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I glance to my side. Rocco rests, mouth open and drooling. Even when he’s this dead tired, he’s sexy as hell.
The events of last night start to trickle in my brain. I remember it all. I remember the puking, the kissing, the fucking, the drinking…
Oh God…
It’s slightly embarrassing to think about. Still, it solidified something, didn’t it? Things are, at least for now, perfect.
I kiss his back and rumple his hair. “Wakey, wakey!”
He groans and falls back to sleep.
“Come on. Time to wake up and make me breakfast,” I sing.
“Time to dream forever,” he groans.
“Nope.”
I jump out of bed, and he rolls over, smiling. “You love me,” he sings right back at me.
“Don’t get so cocky,” I say. “You never know what could happen.”
I wink and walk out to the kitchen, leaving him perplexed.
“Last night was…” His voice trails.
“It was nice,” I tell him, nodding.
“It was more than nice,” he says.
I look at his face, and he’s got this sly smile plastered on, as if he owns the world now that he has me back.
r /> This entire transition has been a little weird, but I can’t help but feel like I’m at home when I’m with him. It’s as if everything is going to plan.
The only problem is Byron. I have no idea what he’s up to, where he is, or what he’s planning. He could be watching us this very second, for all I know.
Rocco interrupts my thoughts when he comes into the kitchen, completely naked and very hard.
“Uh.” I drop the pan I’m holding, as well as the stick of butter. “I thought I’d help you start breakfast.”
“Mmm.” He smiles, sliding his hand across my waist.
From behind, he kisses my neck, hand pushing front back. My ass slides against his cock.
I can feel him growing.
Sex is always on my mind when I’m with him. It’s hard for both of us to control our passions when we feel this connected to each other.
Sure, there are obstacles, but we keep coming back to where we started.
I take a glance at the door to the bathroom nearby. My panties are on the floor. The same cloth I gave him on the night we met.
I grow wet thinking about it.
“How often do you think about me?” I ask him.
He looks over at the panties and smiles. “Every fucking day,” he says, falling to his knees, diving in.
I push up against his tongue and feel light-headed in the best possible way. Morning sex was never something I needed, but with him it’s a necessity.
