Chapter 14 - Chapter Twelve — Naz

I wake up alone to sunshine, fresh linen, and Chandré's scent all over me.

That woman is going to be the end of me. I'm not an arsehole. I'm considerate to the women I sleep with, sure. But to defer sex altogether and only see to their pleasure?

Defeats the purpose.

Except her pleasure was my only purpose last night.

Glancing over at the empty space where she should be, I drag my hands down over my face. She probably thinks I've got some kind of daddy-and-little-girl thing going, because I basically tucked her in and put her to bed after oral.

You did everything but read her a bedtime story.

I've never felt that way about anybody. I just wanted to take care of her. For her to feel like she was my priority. Because she was.

My dick strains against my briefs, giving me an angry what about us poke. "You'll get yours when you get it," I mutter, my hand drifting down and into my underwear. I could take the edge off right now, but do I really want jizz all over Chandré's sheets when she comes back to bed?

Where is she?

A faint sound from the bathroom draws my attention. Is she all right? The door is ajar, so I get out of bed and walk over to make sure she isn't seasick or sitting with something the food gave her last night.

"Chandi?" I ask, pushing the door a little wider and poking my head in.

"Seriously?!" she shouts from the toilet, her expression one of pure horror. "I'm peeing in here."