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swell of his sexual organs hanging below his abdomen was very visible, both in shadow and in silhouette. Even in her half-asleep state, looking at him made her feel sizzly and tingly.
"I'd rather you not," he said. "Have them hire one if they think it's going to be long-term. Listen, I want you to email Alfred in any case and tell him he's taking calls for me until Monday. Yeah, I know. But you wouldn't have been able to reach me there anyway, no signal." Pause. "You have a point. Day calls only, then. Six to nine Pacific. Yeah, personal stuff. Thanks, Mary."
"Work?" Janey said, watching Nyall put away his cell. "In the middle of the night on a Friday?"
"Saturday, actually," he said quietly. "Go back to sleep."
"Don't you pay people to work for you?" She yawned. "People like you are supposed to delegate."
"We are, huh?" He climbed back into bed. "Funny, I thought you'd say it should be the opposite for us out-of-your-leaguers."
"You can't do everything," she said wisely. "I know about this. I have to let my assistants take over some of the tasks I used to do or else I'll get stretched too thin."
"Thanks for the advice, Janey." There was amusement in his voice, but she wasn't offended.
"It's for your own good," she mumbled, and then fell asleep again.
***
Janey didn't want to wake up. Lying in bed felt soooo good. Her feet were toasty warm, her lips were zinging with delight, and her nipples felt heavenly. Even the tiny cool drafts that skipped over the sensitive skin of her torso were like sweet caresses. This was the best dream, the best sleep ever, and she snuggled deeper under the covers with a sigh.
But the sunlight was trying to penetrate her eyelids and the sleepiness kept falling away. So reluctantly she opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Nyall's tousled hair. Shimmering with reddish-gold highlights courtesy of the bright sunlight streaming into the room, it was resting on her chest. No, she thought confusedly, not exactly resting. Hovering over was more like it.
The next thing she became aware of was a sublime feeling in her nipples. One of them was soothingly warm, the other chilled, but both felt rapturous. It made her want to stretch luxuriously.
Janey's brain slowly began to click on. But before it could fully engage, the lovely feelings shimmered down her body. What started as a sleepy waking stretch turned into a burst of ecstasy in her loins.
" Ahhh ."
"Good morning."
Nyall's voice was husky and deep. To Janey's awakening senses, the sound induced bliss, as did the long-fingered male hand that she now knew had been fondling her between her legs, was still fondling her.
Even as she lay there enjoying the now-fading spasms deep inside her body, fingers were sliding to her breast where they gently tugged and plucked, then down to her pussy where they explored in lazy circles before drawing a wet, cool line back up her belly.
It hit her then. He'd just brought her to a climax and she hadn't even been awake.
Janey flushed, embarrassed but also exhilarated by the idea. "Good morning," she croaked.
He chuckled and cupped the underside of a breast to plump it up. "Nice tits," he said admiringly.
"Oh." Not much else to say to that .
"I've been sucking them," he added unnecessarily and then dipped his head to do just that.
"I see," she gasped. "Is this how you always wake up your mistresses? By kissing and stroking them until they c-come?"
He popped the nipple out of his mouth. "You're not my mistress. And nobody sleeps with me after the first night."
"How—uh—how often does your phone go off while you're sleeping?"
"Every couple of hours. Time zones are the killer. It's not so bad now because I'm on vacation. You know, I really like the way your nipples protrude like that. They have a perfect conical shape." He pinched one and rolled it between his fingers.
She squirmed. "Thanks for the feedback."
He smiled. "You're going to get over your hangups this week, Janey. If a guy
"I'd rather you not," he said. "Have them hire one if they think it's going to be long-term. Listen, I want you to email Alfred in any case and tell him he's taking calls for me until Monday. Yeah, I know. But you wouldn't have been able to reach me there anyway, no signal." Pause. "You have a point. Day calls only, then. Six to nine Pacific. Yeah, personal stuff. Thanks, Mary."
"Work?" Janey said, watching Nyall put away his cell. "In the middle of the night on a Friday?"
"Saturday, actually," he said quietly. "Go back to sleep."
"Don't you pay people to work for you?" She yawned. "People like you are supposed to delegate."
"We are, huh?" He climbed back into bed. "Funny, I thought you'd say it should be the opposite for us out-of-your-leaguers."
"You can't do everything," she said wisely. "I know about this. I have to let my assistants take over some of the tasks I used to do or else I'll get stretched too thin."
"Thanks for the advice, Janey." There was amusement in his voice, but she wasn't offended.
"It's for your own good," she mumbled, and then fell asleep again.
***
Janey didn't want to wake up. Lying in bed felt soooo good. Her feet were toasty warm, her lips were zinging with delight, and her nipples felt heavenly. Even the tiny cool drafts that skipped over the sensitive skin of her torso were like sweet caresses. This was the best dream, the best sleep ever, and she snuggled deeper under the covers with a sigh.
But the sunlight was trying to penetrate her eyelids and the sleepiness kept falling away. So reluctantly she opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was Nyall's tousled hair. Shimmering with reddish-gold highlights courtesy of the bright sunlight streaming into the room, it was resting on her chest. No, she thought confusedly, not exactly resting. Hovering over was more like it.
The next thing she became aware of was a sublime feeling in her nipples. One of them was soothingly warm, the other chilled, but both felt rapturous. It made her want to stretch luxuriously.
Janey's brain slowly began to click on. But before it could fully engage, the lovely feelings shimmered down her body. What started as a sleepy waking stretch turned into a burst of ecstasy in her loins.
" Ahhh ."
"Good morning."
Nyall's voice was husky and deep. To Janey's awakening senses, the sound induced bliss, as did the long-fingered male hand that she now knew had been fondling her between her legs, was still fondling her.
Even as she lay there enjoying the now-fading spasms deep inside her body, fingers were sliding to her breast where they gently tugged and plucked, then down to her pussy where they explored in lazy circles before drawing a wet, cool line back up her belly.
It hit her then. He'd just brought her to a climax and she hadn't even been awake.
Janey flushed, embarrassed but also exhilarated by the idea. "Good morning," she croaked.
He chuckled and cupped the underside of a breast to plump it up. "Nice tits," he said admiringly.
"Oh." Not much else to say to that .
"I've been sucking them," he added unnecessarily and then dipped his head to do just that.
"I see," she gasped. "Is this how you always wake up your mistresses? By kissing and stroking them until they c-come?"
He popped the nipple out of his mouth. "You're not my mistress. And nobody sleeps with me after the first night."
"How—uh—how often does your phone go off while you're sleeping?"
"Every couple of hours. Time zones are the killer. It's not so bad now because I'm on vacation. You know, I really like the way your nipples protrude like that. They have a perfect conical shape." He pinched one and rolled it between his fingers.
She squirmed. "Thanks for the feedback."
He smiled. "You're going to get over your hangups this week, Janey. If a guy
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