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That doesn’t mean we can stay in bed forever, despite how much I would like to. Need to. Sin and I have lived a whirlwind existence for months as we planned our wedding and a complete renovation of our home.
I’ve earned the right to lay here and do nothing as my fiancée listens to my heart.
Sin owns that four-chambered vessel. Every damn beat is hers. More than my equal, she is smart, sexy as hell, and my woman keeps me on my toes.
And damn do I love all the things she is and has yet to be.
“Sin…” I say gently, rubbing my hand along the soft skin of her cold arm. We keep the temperature low at night, preferring to make our own heat then spooning afterward. “It’s time to get up.”
“Mmm,” she responds without opening her eyes.
I let a couple of minutes go by. I’m just about to prod her again when she says softly as if she can’t believe it herself, “Are we really getting married in a week?”
Yeah… a week.
A year ago, I didn’t think my life could get any better. I was the freshly made CEO of my family’s security conglomerate and content to pay for all the women I could handle.
In short, I was on top of the world.
Then fate stepped in to hand me the universe. My Sin.
Sometimes… no, most times, I can’t believe my good fortune.
And as much as I would like to stay in bed and ruminate over everything that has brought me to this moment, duty calls.
I flip back the covers, intent on getting up. Sin squirms in protest. As if they were a homing beacon, my eyes fixate on how her tits press against my skin.
“You don’t have to work out this morning, do you?” She raises her head to give me a puppy-dog look and rubs her leg against me like a cricket.
The friction is delicious. Heady…
Lifting weights and sweating suddenly loses some of its appeal.
Some. Not all. “Sin, you aren’t playing very fair.”
“You can miss a day,” she cajoles, not bothering to mask the hunger in her eyes.
And it’s not for breakfast either.
Fighting against giving in, I say, “I like to workout in the mornings. With your parents coming…” I push my thoughts regarding Nick and Rachel Turner to the side.
For the time being.
Sin’s right, though. Skipping a day won’t derail my overall fitness. It’s the discipline I’m drawn to. With the shit ton of chaos I went through as a kid, the structure I’ve created is important to maintain.
Then again, my bride-to-be tops the charts over anyone or anything. I proved that by choosing Sin in the face of losing it all.
She must see the indecision in my eyes as she says, “Go on, Royce. It is what you want to do.”
Is it really?
Her body is warm. My bed is too. Why do I have to leave it again?
A few blinks of her brown eyes and my resolve turns to dust.
“I guess you want to stay in bed?” I ask, folding the covers back over us and leaving my upper body exposed.
I won’t get cold. Sin will warm me up.
