Page 56 of Beautiful Beast

That’s the effect Erik has on me.

I slide back into bed and lie there, hoping sleep takes me soon enough.

“Relieved yourself?”

Erik’s voice makes me startle. “What?” I squeak out.

“I heard you get up.”

“Oh. Yeah, I had to use the bathroom.”

“It had nothing to do with the way you were moaning in your sleep?”

I look over at him and still find his back to me. “I wasn’t moaning.”

“Then you were crying. Either way, it sounded like an interesting dream.”

This bastard knows. I don’t know how he knows, but he somehow knows. I burrow under the covers and squeeze my eyes shut until sleep finally takes me again.

“Come here,” Erik says when I walk into the kitchen. He’s seated at the breakfast table with a plate of food before him.

“Why?”

“Can’t I spend some time with my wife in the morning before I have to go to work?”

I eye him warily but walk over to him. I pointedly do not look at the counter where he spanked me and gave me an orgasm last night.

Erik pulls me onto his lap, and I can’t help but wince. My ass is still sore, which he notices, judging by his smirk. That was his intent all along.

“Why do you have to do this to me? You know I’m in pain.”

“That’s because you got drunk and made a fool out of yourself and me by extension.”

“I was just a little tipsy. And you know, you’re the one in the wrong. You never should’ve touched me when I was drunk.”

“Trying to play that card here?” He squeezes my waist. “Ok, then. Fine. You’re right. I should’ve waited until you were sober. But do you regret last night? Do you wish I hadn’t touched you?”

I can’t give him an answer because … well, because Ilikedthat he touched me. None of this makes any sense.

Erik gives me a knowing smirk and picks up a piece of pineapple from his plate. “Here. Eat. You must be hungry and hungover.”

“I can feed myself you know.”

“I know. But this is more fun. Open.” He holds the piece of pineapple in front of my lips.

Slowly, I open my mouth, and he slides the piece in.

“Now, chew. And don’t even think about spitting it at me. I’ll just have to spank you again for that.”

I glare at him as I chew the pineapple. It’s delicious, I’ll give it that. Erik picks up a blueberry next, and I let him feed me it.

His fingers linger on my lips and jaw. “Who knew fruit could be so sensual?”

“I knew.”

“Oh, you did?”

“Yep. I’m an expert at those things.”

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