I collapse onto my arms, not putting my full weight onto Layla.
“That was…” Layla’s hand cups my chin, bringing my gaze to hers.
“That was what?” I ask, dropping my forehead to hers.
“Pretty damn incredible.”
I take a quick kiss before pulling out of her and tying off the condom and dropping it onto the floor. Layla slides under the duvet, and I move in next to her.
“Tomorrow morning…” I cup Layla’s cheek, dragging my thumb over her lips. Her eyes are hazy with lust.
“Yeah?” She leans into my touch.
“Remind me to thank your cat.”
ChapterSixteen
SIMON
“Mm, morning, love.” I stretch out, my muscles sore after a long night with Layla. We spent most of the night tangled up in her sheets.
Turning to face the other side of the bed, I’m met with a pair of glowing yellow eyes. Luna purrs as I scratch between her ears.
“I guess I should be thanking you, you little menace.”
Because without this interfering feline, I don’t think I’d be waking up as satisfied as I am. Everything about last night was perfect.
Every time I’m around Layla, I get this same feeling. Like there is no other woman in the world that I need. It’s something I’ve never felt before.
Work has always come first for me. Attachments just make my job harder when I’m gone for long stretches of time.
Layla is an attachment I wouldn’t mind making more permanent.
Leaving Luna to herself, I put on my boxers and tread out to the kitchen. The small apartment is empty. Coffee is brewing with a mug sitting next to the machine with a note.
Downstairs working. Didn’t want to wake you <3
I pour myself a quick cup before swallowing it down and heading to find Layla. The whir of a machine echoes in the empty stairwell. Pushing open her workroom door, my breath catches. Layla looks stunning.
All that blonde hair—that I loved seeing spread out on her pillow last night—is piled on top of her head. She’s wearing a black bralette with sage green shorts and a matching robe.
I watch her as she works, feeding a dark-green fabric through the machine. I’ve never seen someone so focused on what they’re doing.
I knock once on the door, and Layla jumps.
“Morning, love.”
“You’re awake.”
“How long was I out?” I walk over to her, pulling her into my arms.
“I woke up early.”
“And you didn’t wake me up?” I nuzzle into her neck. She smells like sex and that perfume she wears that drives me absolutely wild. “Didn’t want another round this morning?”
“If I thought you could handle it…”
“Cheeky little shit.” I tickle her side as she squirms in my arms.
