His Naughty Lessons-Chapter 199: Is That What We Call It These Days?

** Harper **

His reflexive jealousy made Harper laugh. "I’m not texting anyone, silly." She held up her phone for him to see. "And it’s not early in the day either. Not even morning anymore."

Eli let out a muffled "Mmm" as he nuzzled her nape again like an adorable puppy. Slowly, she felt his eyes flutter open, and he raised his head just enough to look over her shoulder.

"Are those ... new comments?" he asked, sounding a little more awake now. "I don’t remember seeing them before."

"Yep, these are from last night." Harper scrolled down the screen. "Aren’t they hilarious?"

Her latest Chapters were stockpiled two weeks ago, and the scenes were naturally inspired by their most recent "lesson" at the time — the visit to the sex shop right before the Hawaii trip. She had edited the details a bit over the past few days though, spicing it up even more with their newer "recipes", and the reaction she got from her readers was nothing but heated anticipation:

[ Mmmm a feast, you say? Go churn some good butter ;) ]

[ Yes!! Test that mattress!!! Girl is in for some big trouble tonight and I’m so here for it muahahaha ]

[ Weather forecast: a few more inches coming your way ]

[ ... ]

And of course, there were gifs too: bananas, glazed donuts, cream pies ...

"Geez." Eli made a sound of exaggerated agony, edged with a barely suppressed snort of laughter. "That’s a bit too much for first thing in the morning."

Harper chuckled as he pushed her phone away. "What, is it making you hungry? Or are you trying to say that the gifs are hurting your innocent eyes?"

"My innocent eyes are hurting from hunger indeed," he confirmed, though his tone was anything but innocent. "I need some good breakfast in bed. Preferably with all of those options in the gifs, and preferably having you read your next Chapter to me while I devour everything."

He nibbled her earlobe lightly, and the words combined with the teasing tingles made Harper giggle and squirm in his arms.

"I wouldn’t mind trying that ... The reading, I mean. And have you edit it for me live," she offered after some half serious consideration. "But my stockpile has run out today ... I’ll have to write a fresh Chapter to be able to keep posting tomorrow. Who would’ve expected that I’d be so busy in Hawaii that I didn’t have time to write anything at all?"

Eli paused ever so slightly in his onslaught. "Was it my fault then?" he asked, though he didn’t sound apologetic at all as his breath kept tickling her ear. "Hmm ... should I make it up to you? I can write the next Chapter for you and save you a few hours of work. As long as you promise to spend the saved few hours with me in return."

Oh. Harper definitely didn’t see that coming. "... Seriously?" She was surprised enough to turn her head back and look at him. "You’ll write the dinner scene for me?"

"Sure, if that’s what we call it these days." Eli gave her a lopsided grin. "From the guy’s perspective, all honest words. I have a feeling that you’ll like it."

Harper’s eyes must’ve gleamed, because before she could even respond, he was already laughing. "But first," he demanded, "feed me breakfast. I need energy to write such a challenging scene, after all."

And then kisses came raining down on her, drowning all her senses.

~ ~

[ He glided the tip of the bottle across her skin, watching her beautiful, lustrous, perfectly edible body getting dressed with thicker and thicker layers of milky cream. Just the sight of it was making him strain hard against the confines of his jeans, so much so that it was borderline painful.

"What are you drawing?" A breathy gasp escaped her throat when he finished the last dollop over her nipple. The cold sensation made her arch her back off the mattress, and oh how sinfully divine she looked with her eyes folded under black silk, her lips parted just the right amount for every filthy thought to flood his mind.

"My initials." He tossed the empty bottle aside and bent down, flicking his tongue over her hardened peak. "You are mine now, sweetheart. Now and forever."

When he finished that declaration with a hard suckle, taking her divine offering into his mouth, the innocently sweet taste on his tongue and the smutty moan drifting into his ears felt like they came from worlds apart. But hell did they go well together, and the sharp pulse they sent straight to his groin was so blistering that he failed to bite back a groan of his own.

... ]

Goddamn. Harper closed the laptop lid and flattened her hands on her cheeks, trying to cool them off.

Eli had gone downstairs to get groceries for dinner, after a long, strenuous "breakfast in bed" and another long, strenuous "shower". So here she was, sprawling limp on the couch, trying to catch her breath with some short rest by reading the partial scene he had written while she dried her hair. But who knew reading it would only make her even more out of breath? And who knew this impossible man could still have so much steam left in him after all that to write such a scene? frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

Maybe she should simply hire him to ghostwrite her web novel. He was so good at mimicking her style too ... and he would make her so famous.

Harper smiled to herself as her eyes drifted back to the closed laptop. Idly, she wondered if that scene was an accurate portrayal of what Eli himself had done earlier this week. Had he drawn his own initials on her as well with that can of whipped cream? She tried to remember what the strokes he painted on her felt like, and whether or not they matched the shape of ES.

ES ... ES ... But wait, how come those initials look so familiar?

Harper knitted her brow in thought. She had definitely not written down Eli’s initials anywhere, yet she was sure that she had seen it recently. Handwritten, even. On a piece of ... yellow paper?

Ah, right! She rolled over to the side of the sofa — ouch, she was definitely going to be sore tomorrow from overindulging in too much physical exercise — and pulled out a pile of manilla folders from her half unpacked suitcase.

It was the interview files for her new intern candidates. Another thing that had been waiting for the end of the trip to come up on the schedule. There, on the top of the very first folder, was a big capitalized "ES", followed by a smaller font of "Emory Starling".

How interesting. Even the last name was so similar.

Harper traced her fingers over the ES. Unfortunately, her memory from that mindless evening wasn’t all too clear down to the last detail, and she couldn’t tell if the pattern was exactly the same from merely imagining it anymore.

No worries though. She would just have to make Eli do it again to remind her.

That thought had just grazed her mind when the doorbell buzzed. Harper hopped up instantly from the couch, all soreness and breathlessness forgotten, and the only question in her head when she darted to the door was — did he pick up some extra whipped cream?