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Natalie
Mmm, I love the way the sunlight hits me in the morning. Some people would rather live in a cave, but I love to rise with the sun.
Wait. Thesun?! Oh, shit, I’m late, I’m late!
I fling myself to the bedside table and lunge for my phone, and it’s… it’s… it doesn’t matter, does it? I blink wearily, adrenaline flushing away from my body. It doesn’t matter what time of day it is at all.I don’t have to go to work.
The thought makes me grimace, guilty about all I’d done to lead me here, but suddenly, my head clears. I don’t have to go to work… at all. I’m not late to anything. There’s no meeting to rush to, no fire to put out. Is it weird that this actually feels kind of liberating?
I set down my phone triumphantly, snuggling back in to enjoy my sunrise. The bed feels warm and cozy.
Hang on. I turn slowly to my right and smile. Roger is still here.
If the first night with him was something, then last night was SOMETHING. For all the trouble sleeping with him caused, I must admit… I’m really glad to hear him snoring lightly next to me. It’s actually quite cute.
Even seeing the way his lips press together as he breathes makes my thighs clench. His arm is flung out of the sheets, and I can make out every curve of muscle underneath his taut, tanned skin. He’s a vision.
I rest my palm under my head and cozy up to drink him in; tousled blonde hair, that gorgeous jawline. I can remember how it felt to have him brush his stubble against my cheek and… other areas.
I can make out the top of his broad chest before he’s made modest by the sheets. His outline is gorgeously present underneath, like a Grecian god in a toga. My eyes wander down his frame until…oh my.
Looks like someone’s already enjoying his morning. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I enjoyed the view? I grab my side of the sheets and gently lift them ever so slowly, so as not to wake the sleeping prince.
Good God, he’s massive, and stiff as a board in the morning. I wonder if he’d enjoy a wakeup call? I bite my lip, tempted; but decide better of it. It’s not polite to stare.
I lay the sheets back down, feeling warm and buzzing from my morning view.
I need a shower. Last night was like a triathlon of fucking, and I can’t say I smell like roses after all that exertion. Maybe I can sneak it in while he’s still sleeping.
I creep out of bed and tiptoe past him, praying the lush carpet dampens my steps enough to keep him slumbering. My mission proves successful, and I make it to the bathroom without so much as a peep from Roger.
I close the door slowly and breathe a sigh of relief. Oh, brother. I slap myself on the cheek.
“What has gotten into you?” I whisper as I look at my naked frame in the mirror. “You’re acting like a bomb’s about to go off if he so much as stirs!” I chastise myself as I wander over to the shower.
The water feels amazing. I really ought to stretch after that kind of a night. I flex my arms and back as the water rushes over my skin. The shower head is pummeling into my sore muscles, but I can’t quite relax. I have a decision to make, haven’t I?
I think about the offer Roger made last night. It was really generous,extremely,ridiculously generous.But can I really take it?I sigh and press my forehead against the tile.
What would that mean anyway? I’ve always been independent, even with my ex-husband. We were both content to keep our work separate (especially because I loathed his), and we valued our time alone.
Of course, the time alone stretched further and further until I couldn’t reach him anymore, and by the end of it, I didn’t want to. Now, Roger…
I twist the dial to the coldest setting. That man makes my skin hot and I need to think clearly here for a moment. What does he want from me, offering this kind of thing? Is he expecting me to be grateful to him? Christ, this is… a lot.
I shiver under the cold water. It’s terrible, but it’s definitely waking me up. My skin ripples into goosebumps and my nipples grow hard and tender, the subtle and pleasurable pain a remnant from last night.
Lord, even a cold shower isn’t safe from thoughts of him. Oh, well, why risk the inevitable? He’s still sleeping in my bed, right? If it’s still my bed that is…
I dry off and think about walking out wrapped tightly in a towel. I stare at myself in the mirror. It’s not a bad look. My hair is still slightly damp, and my breasts have constricted under the tightness of the towel, spilling over at the top.
I creak open the door and peek my head around. Still sound asleep. I bite my lip to keep from giggling. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps. I guess that’s what it must be like when you’ve never had to worry about where your next paycheck is coming from.
Or maybe it’s just a job well done on my part. I think about slipping into bed behind him and pushing myself against his back. Slinking over to him, I step over his button-down. Now there’s an idea.
Letting my towel drop to the floor, I pick up his shirt and button it, leaving plenty of room at the top for him to glimpse my naked chest. It comes to the top of my thighs, barely covering my ass.Perfect.
I mean, guys like this kind of look, right? Wearing his shirt and nothing else. It’s strange, me wanting to please him. But, fuck, after the way he pleased me, I’m gonna go with it. I decide to sneak back around to my side, gracefully draping myself over the sheets, letting him notice my new outfit.
