I gripped her hips. “Excellent idea. I love show and tell.”
Chapter Three
Mandy
I rolled over, blinking in the morning light. A hard body followed my movements; strong arms pulled me back into a warm embrace. Lips traced a line of gentle kisses on my neck, making me smile sleepily.
Mitch.
Flashes of last night danced through my head. Meeting him. Dinner. Going to his hotel. Having sex.
Lots of sex.
Lots of amazing, mind-blowing sex.
At one point while I dozed, he’d run to the all-night drugstore across the street, returning with more condoms. They’d been well used. The dull ache in my body proved that.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he breathed into my ear, tugging me to him. “Sleep well?”
Well didn’t describe it. I had slept like the dead, my usual tossing and turning non-existent. Still, I couldn’t resist teasing him.
“Well, I would have, if it wasn’t for that god-awful snoring. You should get medical attention for that.”
In a second, I was on my back, him hovering over me. He glared, and his blue eyes narrowed in the morning light as his hair fell over his forehead.
“I don’t snore.”
“Hmmph.”
He smoothed his hands over my arms, lifted them over my head, and locked them into place. “Take that back, Amanda Clifford.”
“Or?”
“You’ll be sorry.” His voice was low and threatening, but the amused glint in his eyes assured me I was in no danger. His cock, massive and hard, let me know exactly how he planned to punish me for my teasing.
I was fine with that.
I arched my back, spreading my legs. He settled between them with a satisfied smirk. “Ready to take your punishment for your insolence, sweetheart?”
I bit my lip and wrapped my legs around his hips. “Yes, sir.”
He groaned, lowering his head. “You are going to be the death of me, woman.” His mouth touched mine. “But what a way to go.”
* * *
I sipped the coffee Mitch ordered with breakfast, enjoying the dark brew. Nibbling on a piece of toast, I watched in rapt fascination as he devoured a stack of pancakes. He had already demolished a plate of bacon and eggs, and I saw him eyeing up my scrambled eggs with interest.
He grinned, as I pulled my plate closer.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I know you need some sustenance. We’ll get something else to fill me up in a while.”
“Oh?”
He wiped his mouth, and drained his coffee, then refilled his cup. “You said you had no plans for today?”
“Nothing big. Errands, laundry.”
He laced our fingers together. “Spend the day with me. I’m going to the new place to make sure my boxes arrived, then I need to get a couple of things. You know the city better than I do. We can do your errands at the same time, and laundry can happen tomorrow, maybe?” he asked, sounding hopeful.