Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Hungry?” I asked, my voice lower than I meant it to be.
“For food?” she teased, biting her bottom lip.
I dropped my head into the crook of her neck and groaned. “You can’t say shit like that right now, sunshine. If I fuck you again right now, you’re gonna be sore for a week. And I have many, many plans for this sexy body.”
She giggled, and I raised my head, shooting her a dry look before I smacked her ass once under the covers. “Come on, smart-ass. I’ll make us something to eat.”
A cute little pout pursed her lips when I climbed out of bed, and she wrapped the sheet around herself. I pulled on a pair of black sweatpants and headed for the kitchen, hearing her padding toward the bathroom as soon as I crossed the threshold.
By the time I heard her enter the kitchen, I had eggs in a pan, bread in the toaster, and coffee already dripping into the carafe.
I glanced back at Ivy, and my mouth went dry as I watched her slide onto a stool at the island. She’d put on my shirt from yesterday—which should have looked ridiculous since it nearly swallowed her whole, but instead, she looked sexy as fuck. Her hair was an adorably tousled mess, and her smile was genuine and happy.
“I don’t know why I’m surprised that you cook.” She propped her elbow on the counter and set her chin in her hand.
I shrugged. “It’s not always easy to make sure I’m eating the right shit to stay healthy and in shape. Ordering takeout only has so many options. And even with meal deliveries, it can be frustrating. It’s difficult to know exactly when I’ll need them, and half the time, they went bad before I was home long enough to eat one.” The coffee machine beeped, and I pulled a mug from the cupboard above and filled it. “Besides,” I continued as I set the mug in front of her, “I enjoy it when there’s someone worth cooking for.”
Her smile faltered, just a fraction, before she reached for her coffee and took a long sip. “This, being here with you, last night and this morning. It’s really nice.” She cocked her head to the side, her expression contemplative. “I don’t want to overthink it.”
I’d moved to the stove to work on the eggs, so I glanced back at her over my shoulder. “Then don’t.”
She toyed with her cup for a second. “I’m just saying…I don’t want you to think I’m making more of this than it is. We can keep things casual.”
I stopped, the spatula in my hand freezing along with the rest of my body. Then I turned slowly and looked at her, deadpan. “No.”
Her brows shot up. “No? What do you mean, no?”
“You heard me.” I turned back to the stove, done with this conversation.
She sputtered. “You can’t just say no.”
I shut off the stove, no longer caring about breakfast, and pivoted around to watch her with my typical intensity. “You gave me that right when you agreed to be mine. I won’t do temporary, Ivy.”
She blinked a few times, seemingly at a loss for words. Before she could say anything, I leaned across the island, wrapped my hand around her wrist, and yanked her gently to her feet.
“Saxon—”
I didn’t let her finish, tossing her over my shoulder like she weighed nothing and stalking toward the bathroom.
Her laughter was breathless and sputtering. “Are you serious right now?”
“Never been more serious,” I muttered, stepping into the shower and kicking the water on with my free hand.
She was still laughing as I set her down under the spray and stripped my shirt from her body. I pressed her back into the tile with a growl and kissed her like it was the only thing tethering me to the earth.
By the time I got her dressed in clothes—I’d had them delivered by calling in a favor with Lennox, the billionaire owner of the Nighthawks—and out the door, the sun had climbed high in the sky, casting shadows across the sidewalk. I drove her out to Long Island, my hand resting on her thigh the entire ride. Every once in a while, she would shift as if she were trying to find a more comfortable position. I was a big guy, and after taking my dick three times last night and twice this morning, she was gonna feel me inside her all day. I didn’t even pretend not to be smug about it.
When we pulled up to The Color Loft, I killed the engine, went around to help her out of the car, and walked her inside without a word.
Lorna looked up and grinned wide.
“She on the clock yet?” I inquired.
Lorna shook her head, her eyes twinkling merrily.
I turned Ivy toward me, dipped my head. “No need to be professional then,” I murmured before I kissed her like no one was watching. Her hands curled around the ends of my scarf, pulling me closer. I let the kiss linger just long enough to make my point, then pulled back and brushed her cheek with my thumb.