Page 94 of Bragg's Match

“This very second.”

“You are literally the most annoying person in the world in the morning.” I peck his mouth and turn to leave but he stops me again.

“That is not a morning kiss.”

“What are you? The morning kiss police? Are you going to issue me a citation for not kissing you properly?”

“No, but I will smack your ass for sassing me.”

My body tingles in anticipation, but Soleil Hawk does not give in. Ever. “You can try,” I sass before yanking my hand away and jumping out of bed.

I don’t make it to the door before Brody’s on me. He wraps his arms around me before spinning me around and pushing me up against the wall.

“How’s this for trying?” he grumbles before his mouth crashes against mine.

This isn’t some simple peck on the mouth. Brody pushes his tongue into my mouth before commencing to devour me. I should be ashamed about my morning breath but I can’t find the mental capacity to care. Not when I can feel his hard length pressing against my stomach causing excitement to build inside of me.

I’m ready to say forget work when he pulls away. “Now, that’s how you say good morning to your boyfriend.” I nod since I’m currently incapable of speech. “I’ll make breakfast while you get ready for the day.”

He strolls away and I watch as he reaches down to grab a pair of boxers from the floor. I can’t look away from those strong muscles on display.

He glances over his shoulder and winks. “Aren’t you running late?”

Late? Shit. I am. “This is all your fault.” I hurry to the bathroom. I can hear his laughter through the closed door.

I quickly empty my protesting bladder before brushing my teeth and throwing my hair up into a bun. There. Ready for a day of throwing pots.

I catch sight of my reflection in the mirror and pause when I notice the crow’s feet around my eyes. I frown causing wrinkles around my mouth to appear. Maybe Brody isn’t too young for me. Maybe I’m too old for him.

Maybe I’m merely a fling to him. Why the hell did I go and fall in love with the man? This is going to be a disaster.

I inhale a deep breath. Now is not the time to have a breakdown about my age and having a younger boyfriend. I need to get to work. I have pottery orders to fill. I straighten my back and march out of the bathroom.

Brody smiles at me when I enter the kitchen. He certainly doesn’t have any wrinkles around his eyes or mouth.

Before I know what’s happening, Brody’s standing in front of me, and my back is to the counter.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why do you think anything’s wrong?”

“Because when I left the bedroom, you had the look of a well-satisfied woman. Now, you appear terrified.”

I scowl. “I’m not terrified.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “No?”

“I’m worried about how far behind I am on my pottery orders.” It’s true. I am. Even if it’s not what I was thinking about when I entered the kitchen.

He cradles my face. “How can I help? I can phone your customers and explain the delay. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

“You don’t need to ring my customers for me.”

“I don’t know how else I can help.”

“You don’t need to help. I’ll figure it out.”

He studies my face for a few moments before nodding. “Okay, pixie. But promise me you’ll let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

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