Page 109 of Sinful Betrayal

I roll my hips as he continues to move inside me until we’re both completely spent.

“Let’s get you in the shower.” Anton slides out of me and lifts me into his arms.

He carries me out of the kitchen, despite the fact that his cock is hard and leaking, and I’m completely naked from the waist down, and his release is dripping down my thighs.

I really hope we don’t run into any staff before we reach the bathroom.

I wakeup to the sun warming my face, and I sigh as I feel a slight soreness between my thighs.

We didn’t stop after the shower.

Anton decided to take me two more times, once in the armchair in his room where I rode him until I was screaming his name, and once more in the bed before we both collapsed with exhaustion.

I stretch out my arms, wanting to feel Anton’s warm body, but I frown when I find the bed empty.

“Anton?”

His side of the bed is still warm, and I snuggle into his pillow, breathing in the smell of him.

Perhaps he just went to the bathroom, but I don’t hear the sound of running water.

“Anton?” I call again, louder this time.

I don’t know why I’m suddenly panicked at the idea of waking up alone. I’ve done it my entire life.

But I’ve been spoiled over the past few weeks, waking up in Anton’s arms, and I miss his warmth and the sound of his heartbeat as I rest against his chest.

Throwing back the covers, I spy Anton’s discarded shirt from yesterday on the floor, so I quickly pull it on and head downstairs where the smell of freshly brewed coffee hits my nose.

“Did I wear you out last night?” Anton teases as I stroll into the kitchen.

He’s at the stove cooking some eggs, wearing nothing but a pair of black joggers that sit low on his hips.

“A little.” I stifle a yawn. “But it was so worth it.”

I wrap my arms around him.

Anton’s body vibrates with silent laughter, but he wraps an arm around me as he continues to move the eggs around the pan. “I certainly have no regrets.”

“I should dance for you more often. Though maybe not today. I think you might have actually broken me.” I glance up at Anton and roll my eyes as I catch the smug look on his face.

He kisses me on the top of my head. “Go and sit down, and I’ll bring you some coffee.”

I moan at the first taste of the coffee, and Anton’s eyes darken as he eyes me in his shirt.

“Don’t get any ideas.” I stretch my legs out on the adjacent chair.

“But that table brings back so many good memories…”

“You are insatiable.” I smile as I sip on my coffee.

Anton flashes me a wink before sauntering over to the fridge to grab a packet of bacon.

I sit quietly, enjoying watching him move about the kitchen.

There’s such a lightness to him as he cooks, and I wonder if that’s how I look when I dance. If so, then I can definitely see why he couldn’t keep his hands off me. I’m surprised there isn’t drool running down my chin as I take in the hard lines of his body, the way his muscles ripple with each movement.

But my fantasies soon dissolve when the bacon hits the pan and the kitchen fills with the aroma of sizzling meat.

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