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I shake my confusing thoughts away. “Muffins. I didn’t want to wake you, so I thought I could make you something for breakfast while you slept. I also have eggs and bacon, or I can run out and grab us something if you want something more substantial.”
A sweet smile curves her full lips. “You baked for me?”
“Figured it was the least I could do after last night.”
“You say that like you didn’t have me coming over and over.” Mona cocks one hip to the side and crosses her arms under her chest. I can’t help looking down at the way it shows off her breasts. Damn, I haven’t spent enough time worshiping them. I make a mental note for later today to see how long I can tease her tits with my tongue and teeth.
“What can I say? I love watching you come undone.”
“If that smell coming from the oven is any indication, you’ll get to see it again. They smell incredible!”
* * *
Mona wasn’t lying.The moan of pleasure she makes when she takes a bite of a muffin, still warm from the oven, makes my cock swell. Her eyes close as she savors it and a crumb falls down, landing in the deep valley of her cleavage.
“Damn! Those are the best muffins I’ve ever tasted. Where did you get the recipe?”
I pull my gaze from the crumb resting between her tits. “My dad. He told me he put magic in them, and I believed him until he passed along the recipe.”
“I would have believed him, too.” Mona takes another bite and does a little wiggle of joy in her seat. I grin back at her, caring more for the sight of her pleasure than the half-finished muffin on my plate.
“So, what’s the plan for today?” she asks between bites. “No one’s ever held me captive before so I don’t know what the protocol is. I didn’t think it included homemade muffins.”
“Hey, even kidnappers can have hobbies!”
Mona snorts at my affronted look. “My mistake. Won’t happen again, Mr. Mean-and-Scary-Muffin-Making-Stalker, sir.”
“Good girl.” The words come out in a rough growl, and I love the way her eyes go wide at them.
I take a moment to consider. WhatdoI want to do today? “I figured I’d get some food and coffee into you, then tie you back up until I need you again.”
Mona’s breath hitches and she squirms in her chair. I bet if I reached down between her legs, she’d be wet for me. “How long would it take for you to need me again?”
“Honestly? I never stop feeling like I need you. But I could control myself for an hour or two. Would you like that, Mona?”
She worries her lower lip between her teeth, setting down her mug of coffee. “As long as I know you’re coming back, yes. And uh, I have a way to get myself free, in case I need to pee or you get abducted by aliens and never come back.”
“Good thinking. Never know when those pesky aliens will strike.”
“I’m glad you get me.” She chuckles and I grin back at her, resisting the urge to tell her how much I feel like we understand each other.
“What would you be doing today? If I hadn’t kidnapped you, that is.”
“Oh, all kinds of really glamorous and sexy things. Laundry, grocery shopping, maybe even washing the floors if I was feeling particularly frisky.” She waggles her eyebrows at me and then looks away, laughing down at her coffee.
“Damn, baby. Chores and responsible home maintenance? That’s fucking hot.”
“I know. What a shame that I’m stuck here with you.”
“Hmm, well, maybe your weekend isn’t completely ruined.” I stand and grab a pad of paper and pen from the drawer next to my fridge. “Here. Write out a list of what you were going to get from the store, plus anything you might like to have while you’re my…guest. I’ll grab it while you’re breathlessly anticipating taking my cock again.”
“More like passing out from a lack of sleep last night.” She fakes a yawn that triggers a real one. “You don’t have to do that, Max. I can get it on my own.”
“I know I don’t have to. But it would make me happy. So make the damn list, before I spank you for acting like you don’t deserve to be treated well.”
Her thick eyelashes flutter as she looks between the pad of paper and me. “Is that supposed to be a threat?” she asks, biting her lower lip and pushing the notepad back across the table at me.
This woman. I’m up from my seat in an instant, swiping the remnants of our breakfast to the side of the table before wrapping an arm around Mona’s waist and pulling the chair out from under her. She gasps out my name in surprise as I shove her forward onto the table, my hand pressed between her shoulder blades. Her nightgown slides out of the way on its own and she’s bare underneath. I give her luscious ass a firm squeeze before pulling back and landing a hard slap that makes it jiggle at the impact.
