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Chapter Thirteen

Zamantha woke to soft sheets and the smell of breakfast, but an empty bed.

Her brain caught up to where she was and what had happened when Barney walked in wearing nothing but boxer briefs and carrying a tray laden with the most delicious of all morning smells.

“Good morning, doll. I hope you’re hungry.”

He sat on the bed as she slipped up to prop herself against the headboard.

Barney set the tray between them and sat facing her. When he groaned and then snagged a piece of bacon, she looked down at herself. She’d failed to pull the sheet up with her and sat there tits out. Bruised tits out at that.

It wasn’t embarrassment causing her heart to beat faster, it was fear of rejection. Many people couldn’t handle her need for a tiny bit of pain with her pleasure. They thought it weird or perverse.

As if he could read her mind, Barney leaned around the tray, careful not to spill anything, and gently soothed and sucked each nipple. Staring at them, he smirked before leaning back and popping a small piece of bacon in his mouth. “Is it wrong that I fucking love seeing my mark on you like that? Because if it is, I don’t want to be right.”

Her smile and relaxing shoulders were her answer. Drawing her attention from the tempting man shoveling bacon slices in his mouth at an alarming speed, she looked down at the tray. Bacon, of course, pancakes, and thin apple slices with peanut butter.

“You remembered?” Her question was barely a whisper because her chest constricted, and all the oxygen left the room.

Zee watched intently as he prepared herbreakfast taco.“Of course.”

Barney was never sexier to her than when he walked her through making her pancake taco. “A thin layer of peanut butter, two thin slices of apple, one slice of bacon, broken in two, fold. . .” He followed his spoken instructions as he went. He held it up for her to take a bite, but when she tried, he snatched it back. “And eat.” He then popped it in his mouth whole.

“Oh my god, you are the worst kind of person in the universe. Unforgivable.” She was only teasing, but she sold it with the follow through. Removing the tray to the bedside table, she stood and made her way toward the bathroom door in a huff.

Barney caught her easily enough. Throwing her over his shoulder, fireman style of course, he tossed her on the bed, immediately coming down on top. He stared into her eyes, waggling his eyebrows as he chewed her breakfast.

His eyes were captivating. Blue with striations of light and dark green. This close, she could even make out the dark ring outlining the iris. She couldn’t sufficiently describe the color.

Her gaze dropped to his throat when he swallowed. She watched his Adam’s apple with fascination as it rose and fell.

Movement of his mouth caught her attention next. He was biting his bottom lip and she wondered if he could make her come without even trying. Damn, the man was sex on a sick.

Now she was hungry in more ways than one.

“Sorry, not sorry Iate your taco.” He paused for the innuendo to sink in. She rolled her eyes. The man was even sexy when he was being goofy. “But if you keep looking at me like that, your breakfast will be your lunch and I’ll eat it again and again and again.”

Praise, God. Yes.Zamantha wiggled under him, trying to remove his boxer briefs. She couldn’t because the waistband got caught on his cock between them and he wasn’t making room for her hands.

“Lose the underwear. Breakfast is so overrated.” Barney reached between them, doing what she couldn’t at record speed. But instead of powering into her, he took her cheeks in his hands, supporting his upper body with his elbows.

When he leaned down for the kiss, he took his sweet time getting there. But when he did, something changed between them.

She tasted her breakfast on his lips, but also something else. Before she could identify it, he pulled his lips back but didn’t break the eye contact.

Gently, he rolled his hips forward until the pierced tip of his cock caught inside her. Agonizingly slow, he entered her body and stopped once they were joined. He simply looked into her eyes.

Unhurried, he moved. Zee matched his pace. They continued for what felt like forever.

Each languid stroke in cost her a piece of her heart, and the retreat, a piece of her soul. By the time neither could take it anymore, she was broke. Barney owned every aspect of her, and she didn’t even know his first name.

With one arm, Barney caught her right leg in the crook of his elbow. With the other, he strummed her clit until she exploded around him, and he still didn’t look away.

He powered into her three times and stilled, wringing more micro explosions of pleasure from her body. She saw his lips move but couldn’t hear a word he said. He trapped her in his gaze. She was lost, swimming in the depths of his eyes and the emotions swirling there. It was a riptide pulling her under.

Three little words were perched on her lips, ready to come flying out, but she swallowed them. She was uncertain of so much right now and saying what she felt was wrong on multiple levels.

The biggest being, this was just supposed to be some voyeur masturbation fantasy come to life. She doubted Barney was ready to hear those three syllables composed of eight letters. Eight powerful letters.

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