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“I’ve been earning my keep,” she says, settling the tray down beside me when I reach up and pull her head towards mine, kissing her hard on the lips.

“I thought you’d gone,” I murmur. “Like I might’ve dreamed everything that happened.”

Creasing her cheek, and showing me a dimple I never noticed before, she rolls her eyes.

“I flaked last night, but I’m a country girl and we get up early when there’s chores.”

I watch her face fall a little and I know she’s thinking of her dad, their farm.

“So… I got up and tidied up last night’s dishes, had a shower and made us some breakfast,” she adds triumphantly, and I decide to yield.

We can talk about more important stuff later.

“Well, this looks delicious. Did you find everything alright?’ I ask her, not quite knowing where she got the tray from. I sure as hell don’t remember owning one like it.

Sophie’s fully dressed and has me at the disadvantage of wanting to see her in a lot less while we eat.

“Going someplace?” I ask her in between bites, noticing she looks like she could up and leave any minute.

But she won’t.

I have to remind myself, recalling the memory of yesterday, how she felt and how we both knew this was something that was gonna last a hell of a lot longer than one day.

“I’m just doing what I do every day, don’t mind me,” she chimes, leaning in. “I can take it off just as quick as I put it on, too,” she assures me with a wink.

I lift my hand to her chest and squeeze her through her blouse, making her gnaw her lip after she gasps. Her thick nipple welcoming my thumb and forefingers.

“Pie for breakfast… and then pie for breakfast,” I demand in my best growling voice.

She shivers with laughter and kisses me.

“It’s always hot and ready for you, Thorn,” she tells me, making me forget about coffee. Forget about breakfast and swallow what food I have in my hand so quickly so I can put my hands on her again.

Chapter Seventeen

Sophie

Up early? I actually slept late, but Thorn doesn’t seem to mind.

I always get up while it’s still dark. It’s when most chores have to be done at home and wherever I am, which is usually home. I just find myself getting up and doing whatever needs to be done.

Taking some time to acquaint myself with his house, I find the thermostat and make sure it’s warming up nicely.

I clean up some and set the pie heating in the oven while coffee brews, helping myself to one of the bathrooms to have a long, hot shower.

Something I have to admit I wanted yesterday all day, but was kind of distracted by Thorn.

I make a mental note to myself. Getting up early, before Thorn is probably a good idea. Once he has me in his sights over breakfast, there’s no hope of getting anything done, at least for a few more hours.

Pie for breakfast indeed.

And I don’t mind a bit.

It’s true, I have my clothes off in a jiffy when Thorn wants it that way, my own need for him is just as hungry as his for me right now and I feel the instant cure for the fever he gives me once his mouth presses over my pussy as I straddle his face as he lays on the bed.

His huge hands running up over my thighs. Teasing me with his fingers and making them work all over, in places I never even knew I had let alone places that could make a girl feel so good.

I think he’s going to take me to my happy place, but as soon as I start to shiver, he has other plans.

“Oh no, not yet,” he cautions me, flipping me over onto the bed on all fours as he looms up behind me, opening his robe and holding his huge thick cock straight out towards me as I moan gently, shifting my legs far apart for him.

“I want to watch that perfect ass of yours from behind as you come on my dick,” he says in a low voice, the command sending a thick line of moisture running down the inside of my leg, which he quickly kneels down to trace all the way back up to my mound with his tongue, flicking my clit before smacking his lips with satisfaction.

I’ve always been shy about my body, until now. Thorn’s huge size and hands on me look and feel just right and he constantly compliments me on how smooth and soft my skin is.

I catch a view of myself in the mirror by the wardrobe, which if I was alone would shock me.

But seeing the effect it’s having on Thorn, who growls low as his breath quickens, matching the pounding rod he’s holding firm with one hand as he heads straight for my quivering hole, it takes everything I have not to gush on the spot.

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