Page 99 of Those Who Are Bound

He barked out a laugh, landing a smack on her ass. “My cock is pretty pleased with you, too; wants to take up a permanent residence inside of you.” But it was fucking fantastic to hear his sentiments were reciprocated.

She laughed softly and pushed up on her hands, looking down at him with regret, shifting as she broke their connection. But she leaned down and kissed his smiling lips, not breaking eye contact with him. He ghosted his hands along her sides.

“I’m going to shower,” she informed him. Glancing toward the bathroom briefly, she looked at him apologetically. “I’d invite you, but I need a minute.”

Jonah shook his head to indicate she didn’t need to ask. “You good?”

She nodded. “So good. Just being a girl.”

He cocked an eyebrow, glancing between them, enjoying the sight of her womanly curves. “Don’t stop being a girl on my account; enjoying every minute of it.”

She kissed him once again quickly before moving off him. “May I request my own cup of coffee when I’m out? I usually drink it on the deck.” As she scooted off the bed, she looked back at him. “That’s my lazy morning ritual.”

Jonah rolled onto his side as he watched her walk naked toward the bathroom, visually devouring her gorgeous body, a grin on his lips. “You got it.” She could have asked Gordon Ramsay to prepare her beef Wellington for breakfast and he would have found a way to make it happen. Coffee on the deck? Done.

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