Page 32 of Worth the Risk

I should let us lie like this, but she’s wiggling against me, pressing her body into mine, and her heated look informs me that her version of waking up isn’t the sweet scene I attempted to create in my head.

“Piper.” I chuckle softly before I roll us slightly until I’m on my back and her body is splayed on top of me.

She presses her finger against my lips. “Shh.”

I don’t protest, nor would I ever. The feeling of her hand wrapping around my cock, gripping and pumping to see if I’m ready to go, has me slipping into another world, one where I am equally relaxed yet have no patience.

I quickly slide my fingers between us, and I feel how she woke up ready. I attempt to reach to the side table, but it’s hopeless, and Piper completes the task of grabbing the little square package.

I get my guy secure in record time, and when I feel her pussy wrap around my cock, we both moan in harmony.

She places popcorn kisses along my face as her forearms rest by my ears. Her body is flush on top of me, and my hands hold her hips in place as I thrust up into her.

We simmer in this position for a few minutes, using kisses instead of words until that turns into panting breaths.

By the time she is completely spent on top of me, I’m not sure leaving this bed is even in our cards for today.

I stroke her hair and kiss her forehead, mumbling against her skin. “This is how every morning with you should be.”

“I agree.”

Energy must overcome her, as she rolls off me with the sheet tangled around her body. The color on her cheeks is my doing and a sense of pride roars inside of me.

“Shower then breakfast?” She seems wide awake now.

“Lead the way.” I grin.

She yanks my arm and leads us to my bathroom. The shower is quick, but she takes the opportunity to caress my body, and I do the same to her. In no time, I’m out on the patio in cotton shorts and t-shirt, sitting on one of the lounge chairs, looking at the lake with mugs of coffee in my hands. I see Piper walking toward me in yoga pants and a tank top, and I realize this woman has me wrapped around her finger, and I’m not complaining.

Handing her the coffee, she comes to sit between my legs with her back to my stomach. Nice. I like this position too.

“I’ll bring my sketch pad out here later if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all. I’ll do some reading and we can call it a domesticated morning.”

A lazy morning of breakfast, coffee, reading, and Piper sounds idyllic. We can do laid back, and I appreciate that she seems to enjoy the little things in life.

“This is perfect. The air is so clear and crisp. Not too cold or warm, and just looking at the lake and trees makes me feel so relaxed,” she mentions before taking a sip of her coffee.

“Here I thought it was what transpired last night that did it,” I retort.

She glances over her shoulder with a smirk then kisses me quickly on the mouth before resettling into our embrace. “You don’t have coaching stuff this morning?”

“Nah, you somehow have impeccable timing and had your way with me on the perfect night of the week. Tuesdays are the league’s down day. For now, I’m free, but when the season starts then Tuesdays are my days to go over videos with the other coaches.”

“When does game season start?”

“Well, we have summer training starting in a few weeks, then September to February is football season, and February depends on how good we are. Wow, you really know nothing about football, and you live in Chicago.” I’m still astonished by this fact.

She shrugs. “I’m the exception.”

“That you are.” I purse my lips against the rim of the mug for a second. “Anyway, when it’s season time, my schedule is crazy. Trainings, games, management meetings. We travel half the time. It kind of takes time to adjust if you’re not used to it.” I hear it in my voice that I’m throwing out testers to see if she can handle it.

“Sounds grueling.” She sounds unenthused.

Oh, not what I was hoping to hear.

She continues, “I guess it just means you need someone waiting for you when you get home. And if I get to look at this view every day, then I may just volunteer for the job.” Her tone is peppier.

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