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It doesn’t matter that I won last night. I’m still hurting like crazy.
Worth it.
“No, no, lay back down.” Kit rushes into the room and places a coffee tray down. My throbbing nose perks up at the smell of something warm and delicious. Gently, she pushes my shoulder down, but I crane my neck and spot a tall stack of pancakes drizzled in syrup and strawberries. My stomach goes wild with hunger. “Bobby! I said lay down, or you get nothing.”
Aww, Bossy Kit is back.
She can be my nurse, and I can be the perverted doctor who likes to fuck his staff and eat pancakes.
“You made me breakfast in bed?” I pull her down beside me and lay back against my pillows. I’m exhausted from sitting up, anyway.
“Yes, I made you breakfast in bed.” She sits up onto her hip and elbow and studies my eyes. “In fact, I wanted to talk to you about something. I thought we could share breakfast while we do.”
“You wanted to talk to me about something?” I grunt with pain when my brow shoots up. “That sounds ominous, baby. Are you breaking up with me? You can’t, I have a contract with your signature on it.”
“No, you twit. I’m not breaking up with you.” She narrows her eyes. “And if you ever refer to our marriage license as a contract again, I’m gonna dig a spoon into your stitches and tear them out.
I chuckle and cough through the pain when my ribs object. “Who taught you to be so violent, baby?”
She rolls her eyes and runs her fingertip along my bruised lip. “How are you feeling?”
Her touch sends tingles through my blood, and for the first time since she rushed in here, I take notice of her outfit… or lack thereof. A midnight black silky robe tied at the waist.
That’s it.
My fingers itch to pull the tie undone and uncover what’s beneath. “I’m fine.” I run my fingers over her silk-covered shoulder. “Not too sore to fuck you. I didn’t forget your promise.”
Her eyes warm and her lips turn up playfully. “Well, actually, that’s sort of a spin off to what I wanted to talk to you about.” I arch my brow in question, so she continues. “Have you ever heard of a ‘Yes’ day?”
“A ‘Yes’ day?” I shake my head no. “I don’t get it.”
“Well, today’s your ‘Yes’ day.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, whatever you want today, whatever you ask for, my answer… is yes.” Her face colors at the implication behind her words.
With a smile only a man as lucky as I am could wear, I slowly lower the fabric from her shoulder and expose creamy white skin. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” She smiles shyly and allows me to lean up and nibble on her collarbone. “So if you wanted breakfast in bed, my answer is yes.” She pulls back and looks toward the tray. “If you want a massage, the answer is yes. If you want me to… use my mouth… If you want to have sex… If you want to have sex on every single surface in this house… My answer every time, is yes.”
“That sounds like a really fucking cool day, babe.” With renewed energy, I lift her easily and sit her on my hips.
Her eyes close when my hardened cock rubs along her warm pussy beneath the gown. “Yeah, but additionally, if you want your breakfast, or lunch or dinner…” she unties her robe and lowers it slowly, “if you want them served by your wife in only her panties, well, my answer is still yes.”
She pulls her robe off the rest of the way and nearly undoes me when she presents herself; bare, besides a lacy black thong.
My hands roam her silky skin. Breasts. Hips. Breasts. Ass.
Decisions, decisions.
I lean forward and start my ‘Yes’ day with her nipples in my mouth, but looking down at me with hooded eyes, she smirks. “But, there’s one more thing I’ve been meaning to talk to you about…”
Her heart turns to a nervous hammer and sends anxiety slithering through my blood. Sitting back to stare directly into her scared eyes, my own heart thrums painfully. “About what, baby?”
“Well.” She shrugs shyly. “Exactly that, actually.”
“Exactly what?”
