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I prop myself on my elbow to stare at her beautiful face while I continue caressing her hair.
“How long have you been growing it?”
She frowns. “Growing what?”
“Your hair.”
She smiles. “Like forever.”
“It’s beautiful. So soft and silky.”
“Thanks.” She reaches out to touch my hair. “Yours isn’t bad either. Glossy.”
I chuckle. “Thanks, I think.” I kiss her again. “I didn’t tire you out, did I?”
She laughs softly. “No, but I’m starving.”
My eyes darken as she turns to lie on her back, revealing her perfect breasts. “Me too.”
Her green eyes light up with a glint. “Why do I suspect you’re talking about a different kind of hunger?”
Grinning, I drag the sheets from her lower body. “That’s because food is the last thing on my mind right now.”
I lower my head to capture her nipple in my mouth while my fingers trail down her body to slide into her pussy. She squirms as I caress her clit and suck her nipple. I love how she surrenders to my touch.
Moments later, her legs are wrapped around my waist while I pound into her. Moaning, we switch positions, and she rides me, both facing me, then with her back to me. Loving the way her ass hits me, I also fuck her in a kneeling position until we both find our release. We flop on the bed, panting. I throw my arm around her and curve her body to my side.
“Now I’m ready for food,” I admit as my chest rises and falls while I catch my breath.
She giggles. “All I want to do is go back to sleep.”
I chuckle. “I’ll get you breakfast in bed, then.”
“Sounds good.”
“Don’t fall asleep on me now.” I kiss her nose before getting up.
“Seeing you like this makes food the farthest thing from my mind.”
I whirl around to give her a cheeky grin. “We’ll revisit that statement after breakfast.”
The smile dissolves from my face when I turn around and catch a glimpse of Gwen’s portrait on the bedside table.
“Is something wrong?”
I stiffen at her voice as I wonder if she’s seen it. Guilt fills me instantly. What had I been thinking, bringing her home? The thought of inviting any woman to my house after the death of my wife has never crossed my mind. Would it be awkward if I were to take the frame with me or position it to face down?
“Miles?”
Forcing away the guilt, I smile at Giselle. “No. I was thinking of what to make.”
“Toast and coffee will do.”
I nod. “Right.”
Quickly, I pull on sweatpants and leave the room. I rake my fingers through my hair as I stroll down the hallway. In the airy and spacious kitchen, I stare at the counter, wondering if I’m doing the right thing. Last night, seeing Giselle with another man had made me furious and irrational. I have never see myself as a jealous man, but all I wanted to do was flatten his ass to the ground and take Giselle home. So much so that I barely said a proper goodbye to my dinner companions before I rushed out of the restaurant, chasing after her.
Shaking my head at my impulsive actions, I fill the water kettle and turn it on. A smile curves across my lips when I see Ashlyn’s paintings pinned on the door of the refrigerator. Again, I question my actions from the previous night. I was like a green teenage boyfriend, and without thinking things through, I brought Giselle home.
