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Half blinks.

Barely sucking on the head.

Eyes closed.

Deep breath as he snuggled closer and started softly suckling on me.

He managed to stay awake until I was hard as a rock and fantasizing about fucking his throat, but before I actually came, he was out.

Being a good Dom was hard.

And difficult.

And frustrating.

But he was sexy as fuck and sweet as hell and adorably stubborn.

So as he sank deeper into sleep, I slipped my dick out of his mouth and took the problem in hand as I admired the incredible view in front of me… exactly as I’d planned on doing from the very beginning.

Chapter Four

Stirling

“You were sneaky.” Frowning at Rhett as he opened his eyes, I sighed like he usually did. “That was very sneaky. I was going to give you an orgasm.”

Rhett blinked a few times before trying to look confused. “I missed the first half of your conversation, but I think the best way to fix that is with a kiss.”

“Ugh, morning breath.” He was crazy, but he had me trapped with a hug that was sneaky too, so I kissed him anyway. “You’re a handful sometimes.”

He seemed to have decided he was going to keep me stuck, so I stretched out over him and rested my head on his chest. He let out a happy sigh because he liked winning. “This is much better. Good morning, sunshine. What do you think about waffle sandwiches for breakfast?”

He was sneaky and he bribed me well.

“With bacon too? On the sandwich and with extras?” Sometimes he was stingy and just didn’t make enough extra munchie bacon. “You forget to make extra.”

“No one needs as much bacon as you can consume in one sitting, but yes, I will make you lots of bacon.” He was trying to sound cheerful and innocent, but I knew he was making it up to me for putting me to sleep last night.

“You owe me lots of bacon.” I wasn’t going to let him win. “You made me fall asleep last night.”

At least, I thought that was what happened.

Probably.

I knew I’d gotten a shower and I knew he’d promised that I could make him come. There were fuzzy bits after that, but I’d woken up some time in the middle of the night between his legs, so it was easy to put the pieces together.

He’d deliberately laid me down when I was sucking.

Fucking cheating.

“Do you have any proof that I was at fault in that situation?” He made a dangerously relaxed thinking sound. “Are you saying you don’t remember making love with me?”

Fucking hell.

Had we?

Doing a little wiggle and clench, I frowned. “Are you saying you were so gentle I could ignore it?”

His chest jerked up and down, but he didn’t laugh out loud. “I’m still going with you don’t remember. I’m hurt.”

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