I customized my alarms because life was all about the little pleasures. Nicki owned all of my scheduled nap wake-ups, and until recently Taylor had always started my mornings off. But I found her voice, lovely as it was, didn’t keep me awake at six, so now it was my longtime go-to girl, Britney.
Because Britney. Need I say more? Didn’t think so.
I raised my head from the pillow and stared at my phone before grunting and dropping back down. “Too early….”
“Turn it off,” Jun murmured from behind me.
I reached out, blindly groping for the phone before silencing the alarm.
Jun sighed, rolled over, and pressed against my back. He slid an arm around me, and his breath warmed the back of my neck. I touched his arm briefly, and holy shit! He wasn’t even flexing and it was like a rock.
“Good lord,” I muttered, voice raspy. “You are deceptively jacked.”
Jun gave a sleepy laugh and tightened his embrace. His cock pressed against me, sliding into place between my cheeks with only our thin cotton pants separating us. He was hard and ready to go if I gave the word. Nice to know everything downstairs was in perfect working order.
“Time to get up,” I said against the pillow, words a bit slurred.
“Yeah?” he asked, making no attempt to move.
“I don’t want to mess up my schedule. Six o’clock, time to go.”
Jun hummed and loosened his hold on me. He slid his hand along the slight curve of my body and rested it briefly on my hip before letting go entirely. “I’ll start a pot of coffee,” he said, sitting up.
“Oh, wait, it’s decaf,” I replied, turning to watch him.
Jun put his glasses on and gave me a critical look.
“I bought some regular grounds for you. In the cupboard above the coffeepot, on the left.”
He leaned over and kissed me so gently, it was like a whisper, then went into the bathroom. Jun came out a moment later, looking far more refreshed and alert than I ever hoped to be in the morning. I sat up in bed so I could lean over and watch him go downstairs. Jun was fucking ripped and I’d been too tired the night before to even notice. He wasn’t a bulky guy, just 100 percent lean muscle.
Jun walking around shirtless was going to give me a case of the vapors.
By the time I’d stumbled out of bed and brushed my teeth, I could smell coffee perking in the kitchen. I yanked a ratty T-shirt on, took my phone, and made the morning commute down the stairs that I hadn’t considered a hazard when I first was looking to rent the place. But two years later, I hated myself every time I had to navigate them half-awake.
Aubrey Grant, age thirty-eight, killed by a set of stairs. In his defense, they really brought the look of the cottage together.
Jun held out a cup when I entered the kitchen. “I made yours first.”
“Aww, you’re a gentleman.” I thanked him and took the mug.
I missed normal coffee, but I had to be strict about what I ate, just like when and for how long I slept. When there was no cure for a disease, the best you could hope for was management. My doctor advised staying away from stimulants like coffee and energy drinks and taking a prescription instead.
Jun put a new filter into the machine and started a pot for himself. “Why drink decaf?”
“Psychological, I guess,” I said before sipping my coffee. “What do you want for breakfast?”
He leaned against the opposite counter and crossed his arms. I was pretty sure only my libido was awake so far, because he was talking and I zoned out, thinking mostly about licking his chest. I bet Jun tasted good.
Mmm….
“Aubrey?”
I startled and looked up. “What?”
He raised an eyebrow. “Were you listening?”
I set my mug on the counter before hoisting myself up. “I admit I wasn’t.” I took another sip of coffee. “I was preoccupied.”
