Flip the Colleague [Flip Zimmerman]

Ch 10: Please

Waking up in Flip's arms might be the most incredible way to start a day. Your bodies fit together perfectly, as if molded for one another. His broad frame enveloped your curves, his arms wrapped securely around you as he spooned you. Gently, you pushed back just enough to turn and face him.

He rolled onto his back, pulling you against his chest. Eyes still closed, he began running his fingers through your hair as you took a moment to study him. Every line and contour of him looked sculpted, almost divine—the rise and fall of his aquiline chest, the smooth planes meeting rigid edges—everything combined to form the most statuesque man you'd ever seen.

You placed soft, teasing kisses along his pecs, moving slowly toward his neck, nuzzling into the warmth of him. A low groan escaped his lips. You inhaled deeply, taking in his natural scent and feeling tingles sweep through your body. You wanted to linger in it, letting it ground and soothe you.

Careful not to disturb him too much, you shifted to get up and make coffee for everyone. But before you could leave the bed, his hand shot out, gripping your forearm and pulling you back. "Where are you going?" he murmured, still half-asleep, anchoring you to him. "You bring that sexy ass back here." He groaned, still waking up. "I'm not done with you yet."

You giggled at his response. "I was going to make coffee for us. And for Sara—she probably needs it the most after sleeping on the couch and giving us privacy."

"Hey, I was quiet last night. You, on the other hand..." He kissed the top of your head. It was true—you'd tried your best to muffle your moans as he drove deep into you, but even with his hand covering your mouth and your face buried into the pillow, it had been a lost cause.

"I blame your big, beautiful cock," you said with a teasing smile. "Sometimes it feels like you're about to split me open, so I can't help it." You sat up as his fingers traced a slow path down your back.

His hooded eyes studied you. "Looks like I left some bruises on you." His fingers hovered over a tender spot on your love handle, and you flinched slightly. "Does it hurt?"

You glanced down at his hand and noticed the purplish mark that had formed overnight—it had to be from when Flip had ravished you in the bathroom at the bar. You smiled sweetly. "It's a good pain."

A throaty growl escaped him as he pressed into the bruise, biting his lower lip, eyes narrowing at you.

You jumped out of bed playfully, wrapping the sheet around yourself as you walked toward his closet. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching you with tired eyes and disheveled hair. Slowly, you pulled a flannel off a hanger and glanced over your shoulder, letting the sheet slip to the floor, revealing your bare silhouette. His gaze lingered appreciatively, scanning you up and down.

You slipped into the flannel, bringing the collar up to your nose. The scent was strong - much more potent than the one from home, which had been losing its charm over time.

"Take it," his voice low and velvety, carrying a mix of longing and tenderness that made your heart skip a beat.

You turned to face him, flannel still unbuttoned and draped over you, barely covering your nipples, while the rest of you remained exposed. His eyes swept over your figure, drinking in the sight before him.

"If I keep taking your shirts, what does that leave you with?" you tilted an eyebrow at him.

"A raging hard-on," he said immediately. "You look so fucking sexy in them."

Likewise." You began to slowly button up the flannel, hiding your body beneath its soft fabric. Flip's eyes followed your movements, and as you worked, he pushed out his bottom lip in a playful pout, unable to hide how much he loved watching you.