Just hearing his deep, gravelly voice uttering those words made her quiver in anticipation. “Yes.”

He laid her foot on the floor, slid out of his chair and dropped to his knees, then drew her shorts off. He spread her legs, cupped her butt in his hands and lifted her toward his mouth.

She leaned back and watched as he slid his tongue over her pussy, avoiding her clit while he teased her lips and the top of her sex.

She reached out to grasp his hair, tugging on it. “Barrett.”

His only response was to make humming noises against her. It was the sweetest torture, and when he found her clit, covered it with his lips and tongue and bathed her in hot, wet pleasure, she closed her eyes, lost in sensation. She was catapulted to another realm where only pulses of desire existed.

He dipped a finger into her, fucking her slow and easy as he danced a languorous route around her clit with his tongue, swirling it over and over the bud until she thought she’d die from the pleasure. She was lost in a sexual fog, in her own feelings, as she took a slow, beautiful ride to orgasm.

And when she climaxed, it was with a low moan, her entire body feeling every sweet pulse as she watched Barrett latch onto her clit and suck her, then gently lap around the now sensitive bud to take her down from that incredible high.

She lay limp against the chair and he reached up to tangle his hand in her hair and kiss her. She tasted herself on his mouth, an incredible aphrodisiac that fired up her desires all over again.

She pressed on his chest. “Drop your pants and sit on the chair.”

His lips curved. “Yes, ma’am.”

He stood and unzipped his jeans, dropping them to the floor. She grabbed his jeans to kneel on them, then nestled between his thighs as he took a seat in her kitchen chair.

“You taste damn good, Harmony,” he said, sifting his fingers through her hair.

His cock was hard, and she grasped hold of it, stroking it as she looked at him. “You made me come so good, Barrett. Now I’m going to do the same to you.”

She heard his deep breathing as she lifted up, then took his cock in her mouth.

“Oh yeah. Just like that. Suck it. Suck it hard and make me come.”

His words enticed her, made her pussy quiver even as she took his cock deeper into the recesses of her mouth. She held the base, flicked her tongue around the tip, then engulfed him.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck yeah.”

She wanted him to feel how he’d made her feel—that out-of-body experience where all she’d felt was the heady pleasure of his mouth on her. She wanted his brain to explode from the pleasure she gave him. So when he started pumping his cock into her mouth, when sweat beaded on his brow and all he could utter were one-word expletives, she knew she had him right where she wanted him—out of his mind, in the moment and concentrating on what her mouth was doing to him.

“Fuck, Harmony. Yeah. Suck it. Harder. Oh, fuck, that’s gonna make me come. I’m gonna come in your mouth. You ready for it?”

She hummed against his cock and took him into the back of her throat, gently squeezing his ball sac as she rolled her mouth up and down over his shaft.

He let out a low groan, spurts of hot come splashing against her tongue. She felt his legs tremble as he rocketed through his orgasm. She held tight to his cock and swallowed what he gave her, licking him until he grew soft along her tongue.

“Christ,” he finally muttered, sliding his hand along her cheek. He lifted her and pulled her onto his lap, brushing his lips against hers. “I think you blew the top of my head off. I feel dizzy.”

She smiled and dragged a finger across his bottom lip. “I know the feeling.”

He kissed her again, this time a deeper, soulful kiss that left her feeling a little woozy. She slid off his lap, climbed back into her silk shorts and poured them both a glass of orange juice.

Barrett put his jeans back on. “Now you need food,” he said, as they sipped their juice.

“I do. I can fix us some eggs and bacon.”

“How about we do that together?”

“Sure.”

She didn’t mind spending a little more time with him, and she sure hadn’t minded the extra sex this morning, knowing it was going to be a one-time thing.

Barrett fixed eggs while she did the bacon and popped bread in the toaster. They sat down and ate together.

“I don’t know about you,” she said, as she scooped eggs onto her fork. “But I’m starving.”

He nodded as he wolfed down his third piece of bacon. “Sex works up an appetite. You feeling okay this morning?”

She cocked her head to the side and nodded. “I’m fine. Why?”

“I hadn’t thought about feeding you breakfast before we did all the fun and sexy play.”

She smiled. “I’m fine to go an hour or two without eating, Barrett. I just have to be mindful about not going more than that.”

“Duly noted. So when we go to San Francisco, I’ll make sure to feed you early.”

“San Francisco?”

“Yeah. This weekend.”

“Oh.” She’d totally forgotten about that.

“You’re still coming, aren’t you?”

“I’d . . . love to. I guess I thought . . .”

“You thought what?”

“I guess I thought now that we had sex, you’d be done with me.”

Barrett frowned. “Just what kind of man do you think I am, Harmony?”

Uh-oh. “Okay, maybe I didn’t phrase that right. I mean, before when you asked me, we were friends.”