I stare at my breasts in the mirror. There are red rings around the base of them from the cones. I find myself admiring them as though I intend to wear them with pride. I guess I do.
Brody fills a cup with water and holds it up to my lips next. “Drink, baby.”
I’m so glad that he carries me to bed, and I smile when he places me on the side farthest from the door. After turning off the lights, he climbs in next to me, pulls me into his arms, and kisses my shoulder. “Sleep, little pixie.”
For a moment, I seriously doubt my mind is going to shut down and let me rest after that intense scene. But I do. I don’t remember another second of the night.
Chapter 20
Brody
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I wake up even before my alarm. I’m not surprised. Even though yesterday was insanely busy and stressful, and even though I stayed awake watching my girl peacefully sleeping for almost an hour, it was still relatively early when I joined her in slumber.
I know she’ll want to be at her desk soon. And I’ll go out for a run and then make use of the first-floor gym. There was no workout room when I first arrived, but the four of us have taken over one of the weird parlors and converted it into a gym since then. We don’t have every piece of equipment we want in there yet, but we’re getting close.
The property is large enough that I can easily put several miles under me without leaving the grounds. I’m grateful that I’ve moved my woman into the mansion because I won’t worry about her safety while I’m jogging. There’s no way I could have left her this morning if we had slept at her cottage.
She suddenly rolls over and smiles at me. “How long have you been awake?” she asks, reaching for my cheek.
“Only a few minutes.” I kiss her. “I was giving you a bit more time.”
She pushes to sitting, groaning. I suspect she’s sore. She glances down at herself. “I’m naked.”
I chuckle. “Yes. I like you that way.”
“I need clothes and coffee.” When she turns to slide off her side of the bed, I pull her back, flatten her into me, and stroke her cheek. “First, I need a kiss.”
She covers her mouth. “Gross. Morning breath.”
“You smell like an angel. Is mine bad?”
She shakes her head. “No,” she says against her palm, “but please let me brush my teeth.”
I kiss her forehead. “Okay, fine, but then you’re going to kiss me.”
When we reach the bathroom, she looks around, snags my T-shirt from last night off the top of the pile in the hamper, and pulls it over her head. I allow it only because she’s adorable wearing my clothes. It hangs almost to her knees. Plus, I’m not going to risk pissing my woman off on our first real-life morning together.
As badly as I’d rather drag her back to bed and eat her pussy until she screams, that won’t endear her to me on the work front. She operates on a strict schedule during business hours. I need to adhere to those hours so she feels a sense of normalcy and can get her writing done. I won’t interfere with my girl’s career.
After we brush our teeth, she turns to me and surprises me by jumping into my arms and wrapping her limbs around me before kissing me like she’s missed me terribly for days.
I’m totally down for this. I’ll let my woman brush her teeth first every morning if she’s going to press her wet, hot pussy against my abs while she reminds me why I’m alive.
I carry her into the bedroom, flip on the lights, and tuck my hands under her bottom, still kissing her. When we reach the bed, I sit her on her sweet ass and break free from her lips. “Lie back, naughty girl.”
She frowns as she obeys me. “Why?”
I push my shirt up her body and gently touch her breasts.
“Brody…”
“I just want to make sure I wasn’t too rough with you, baby.” When I’m satisfied that she’s going to be deliciously sore, but not so much that she’ll wince all day, I pull my shirt back down and kiss her one more time. “Get dressed, temptress. I’ll make you some coffee. One inch of cream. Do you like to have more than one cup? Should I bring up a carafe?”
“No. One is fine.”
“And you’ll go down in a while and eat breakfast?”
