Page 78 of King of Temptation

Just as he was about to tell her they both needed a shower, the sound of her soft snores reached him. Chuckling quietly so as not to disturb her, he very carefully extracted himself from her hold. When he did, her nose crinkled in protest, but he soothed it away with a kiss to her forehead before he made his way to the bathroom. After a quick rinse off for himself, he grabbed two of the makeup wipes Reagan had insisted were a non-negotiable staple in his bathroom in the event a woman ever did sleep over, as well as a wet washcloth and headed back toward the bedroom.

Goldie slept through him wiping her face clean and cleaning his drying cum from her thighs, and she was still dead to the world when he slid them both under the covers and pulled her close to him. Burying his face in her hair, he breathed in the scent of her.

And slept.

Goldie

* * *

Waking up alone had never bothered her before. But waking up alone in Brody’s oversized bed, with the scent of him still lingering on the pillow beside her, was not her favorite thing.

Feeling more out of sorts than she felt she had a right to given he’d spent their entire evening together making her feel strong and empowered before giving her what might have been the best dicking-down in the history of being dicked down, she rolled out of bed and stomped toward the bathroom.

But when she looked in the mirror, she didn’t see the mess she’d been expecting. With all the drooling she’d done while sucking his cock, she’d been prepared to see lipstick and dried saliva smeared all over her face.

Instead, she was greeted with a pristine visage, as if some sort of sex fairy had visited her in the middle of the night to clean her up as a reward for sucking cock like a champ.

A fairy called Daddy, maybe. That seemed like the most likely explanation.

Knowing he’d taken such care of her after she’d passed out did help with her attitude a bit.

But only a bit.

The shower helped more, and by the time she dressed and headed downstairs, she was feeling slightly less bitchy.

And, okay, finding her man in the kitchen, a pile of sliced fruit in a bowl to his right as he slid a knife through the mango in front of him didn’t hurt things, either. “Do you ever sleep?”

Glancing up, he flashed her a grin. “I got a solid eight hours in between your ten.”

Ten hours? She couldn’t remember the last time she’d slept that long.

Disgruntled by the knowledge she’d slept so late, she slid onto a stool at the island. “Whatcha makin’?”

“Smoothies, and then I was going to scramble us up some eggs.”

As nice as it was to have someone taking care of her, she couldn’t help the twinge of disappointment. “No donuts?”

Shifting to face her more fully, he jabbed the knife in her direction. “No. You eat way too much junk food. From now on, you’ll be allowed one sweet treat a day, no more.”

Over the course of less than two months she’d been shot at, kidnapped twice, had dinner with a literal mafia family, and still nothing he’d said could have shocked her more than that statement. “Absolutely not. How am I supposed to function without sugar?”

“With this.” He gestured toward the blender beside him. “We’ll also be weaning you off the coffee.”

“You have a goddamn death wish, O’Rourke.”

“So I’ve been told.” He started to turn away, but did a double take, his gaze landing on her breasts as a smile curved his lips. “Are you trying to tell me something, menace?”

“What?” Frowning, she looked down at her shirt, embarrassment heating her entire body as she spotted the alien spaceship accompanied by the words “Get in losers, we’re doing butt stuff”.

She really needed to pay more attention to her t-shirt selections.

Refusing to show him how embarrassed she was, she jerked her head up and shrugged, letting a smug smile curve her lips. “Are you saying you’re a loser?”

“Clearly I didn’t do a good enough job teaching you what happens to snarky little brats last night.”

Need pooled low in her belly, and she just managed to resist the urge to squirm in her chair. “Oh, was last night supposed to be a punishment?”

He pinned her with a stern look, but she caught the corner of his mouth twitching before he returned to the task at hand. “Keep it up, babygirl. I have no problem buying you a standing desk so you can keep working even when you’re too sore to sit properly.”