Page 78 of Eat Your Heart Out

“I need you. Jeremy. I need you inside me. Please, fuck me,” she begged.

Who was I to deny her sweet request?

Chapter Ten- Morena

Coming down from my post-coital high was quite the fucking journey, if I said so myself. Jeremy had fucked me stupid. And I thought that was something I only read about in books. After kissing me for what seemed like hours, we made love again—no, not made love.

We fucked again. Fucking, that was what we did. That was all this was.

Keep telling yourself that.

Anyway, after that, we fell asleep. Now, morning light streamed through the curtains, and I woke up, feeling deliciously sore, and well-fucked in every inch of my body.

Of course, that was about the time the doubts started rearing their ugly heads. I mean, having sex with my ex as some sort of payback for breaking and entering was hardly the basis for a happily ever after ending for the two of us.

I didn’t need to be a genius to know that. Suddenly, I started to regret fucking Jeremy with little more than a crook of his finger in my direction. I couldn’t blame the wine, after all, I was barely buzzed by the time he found me in that ridiculous teddy I was going to strangle Kelsey with.

He didn’t bully me or coerce me. Well, maybe a little coercion. But I would have gone willingly, regardless. When I saw Jeremy last night, it was like the years had fallen away and I was that same star struck little girl who lost her heart to the boy next door. My rich, hotter than hell neighbor who was light years out of my league.

Shit. He still was. His company had taken off and the millionaire trust fund kid was now a billionaire, changing the way people got their produce the world over. I mean, wow. Talk about intimidating.

What had I done with my life in comparison? Not fucking much. I had a job I hated, lived with my best friend, and I had no family left at all. My stomach growled, and I closed my eyes. Of course, that would happen right then.

“Mmm. Hungry?” Jeremy asked, rolling onto his side and spooning me close.

I froze, not realizing he was awake while I had my mini panic attack.

“Um, a little, yeah.”

“You know, it’s Christmas Eve, Rena,” he pointed out.

“So?”

“So, I am formally claiming the other part of my deal?”

“What?”

“I want your muffin.”

Jeremy looked so damn good, tangled up in his sheet with nothing else on to cover his glorious body. He could have been a cover model, I realized when he stood up and stretched. His cock was semihard, but when he noticed me staring at him, that changed. And fast.

“Come here,” he growled, but I shook my head.

“Uh uh, food,” I said, and I meant it.

But then Jeremy arched his eyebrow and stalked me around the bed, looking like some blond Viking as he pulled the sheet away from me. I yelped, but he was on me in an instant, holding my hands above my head as he pressed me down into the mattress. He sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, laving it with his tongue until I started squirming beneath him.

I felt my arousal drip down my thighs, and Jeremy’s blue eyes glittered at me from beneath his thick blond lashes. Then he was gone. He stood up, offering me his hand, and I was too stunned to do anything other than take it.

“We’ll shower, then cook,” he announced, allowing me to use the bathroom first.

I used the facilities, then grabbed a new toothbrush from the drawer and took care of that while turning on the shower. I could use the time to think, at least that was my plan. As soon as I had soaped up my hair, Jeremy slid into the stall with me.

“You’re doing my job,” he said, grinning as he took over washing and conditioning my hair. It was not an easy job. I had a lot of hair and it was thick and curly and hung past my shoulders. He did a great job, though, massaging my scalp beneath the water until all the soap was out.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” he said, and I opened my eyes, found him on his knees.

“Keep them on me while I have my breakfast,” he commanded, then buried his head between my thick legs.

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