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Chapter Thirteen
When Blake woke, disorientation rode him hard. He was alone in the bed, and the room only held a hint of light that came from the window.
He sat up, letting the sheet slide off him.
“You’re awake.”
Her voice came from the part of the suite where Kristen sat on the couch. Her face caught the light from the small laptop she worked on.
“Hey.” The word was still groggy. Disorientated. “What time is it? Is the sun setting?”
She laughed and set her computer down before making her way over to the bed. She’d put on panties but nothing more. And the sight of her walking toward him, pink-tipped breasts free made his mouth go dry.
“The sun already set. Now it’s coming up.”
He blinked in shock. “I slept all night?”
She sank down on the bed before walking on her knees forward to straddle him. She reached up and cupped his face, brushing a soft kiss across his mouth.
His pulse jumped, and his dick stirred at the softness of her pressing against it.
“I figured I wore you out,” she teased. “That and you were just coming off of a twenty-four-hour shift.”
“A little of both, for sure.” He slid his hands to her hips and raised his pelvis enough to let her feel how hard she was making him already. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m good.”
His gaze searched hers. “Are you sore?”
“A little bit”—she shrugged—“but it’s not as bad as I assumed it’d be. Overall, I’m pretty satisfied how it all went down.”
Her words brought back the memory of his tongue between her legs. “Like your choice in words there.”
She looked confused for a moment and then laughed, slapping his chest playfully. “That’s not what I mea—oh!”
He caught her hand and flipped her onto her back, moving to straddle her.
“You are just so damn sexy.” He lowered his head to kiss on pert nipple. “I want to do all kinds of dirty stuff to you again.”
She gave a soft moan and caught his chin, lifting his head from her.
“I want…breakfast.”
His expression must’ve been pained because she laughed and stroked his jaw.
“I know, I’m doing this sensual morning after stuff totally wrong.” She grimaced. “But we skipped dinner last night, and I’m not a girl who skips meals.”
“You’re pretty damn sensual, even when you’re not trying.” He eased off her and went to the desk to find the binder with room service options. “Order in?”
“That would be amazing. Thanks, Blake.”
“No worries. What do you want?” He read off some of the options.
“The French toast with bacon. And coffee. All the coffee.”
“You need protein. Can I throw you in an egg?”
“Bacon is protein.”
