Page 165 of Duty and Desire
He felt her body relax and he knew when she fell asleep.
It was then he decided he’d make sure it was deep, less chance to disturb her when she woke up.
And anyway, he was getting off on being right there, with her, after fucking, chatting and laughing.
So he was good where he was.
Mo woke againafter a hand cracked his ass.
“Get up, sleepyhead. I’m making breakfast.”
He tracked Lottie with his eyes as she rounded the bed and stopped on the other side, staring down at him.
“You could be lazy, but Smithie’s given me the rest of the week off and you have to go back to work tomorrow so I have a weeks’ worth of getting to know my mound of hunkalicious boyfriend to cram into a day so there are things to do,” she declared. “Up and at ’em.”
He pushed up to an elbow and stared back at her.
“Stop looking hot and pounceable,” she ordered. “I’m hungry and you’re out of condoms. So we also have errands to run.”
After that, she shot him a smile and wandered out, wearing what she wore to bed the night before. A red satin nightie that barely covered her ass.
When he lost sight of her, he kept his gaze aimed where he’d last seen her, then he looked down at the empty expanse of bed beside him.
He’d fallen back to sleep.
Not only did it but did it and then didn’t have the dreams.
“Jesus,” he whispered.
How…?
He didn’t ask.
He didn’t care.
He kicked the covers off his legs and got out of bed.
“Mo,”Lottie moaned, coming in his mouth.
Mo took it and then licked her clean.
When he could leave her as he wanted her, he ducked out from under her nightie and grabbed hold of her panties which were hooked on one ankle, most of the material lying on the kitchen floor.
He opened them, muttered, “Foot, baby,” and she moved to step in.
He guided the panties up her legs, coming off his knees as he did it, and pulled them over her ass, smoothing them around the waistband while he pressed a kiss to the side of her neck.
He then moved his hands to her waist, rubbing circles there over her nightie with his thumbs and looking in her hazy eyes.
Christ, he liked her like that.
He liked her all the time.
But he definitely liked giving her that.
“Now we can have coffee,” he murmured, grinning at her.
Ascertaining she was steady, he moved to the Nespresso machine, mentally ticking that off the to-do list he’d been forming practically since he met her.
