Page 83 of Kisses and Paperclips

“You made all this?” She looked around the kitchen as if looking for something. “No way, kitchens to clean.”

“I was taught to clean as I go. And before your ask. I’ve been up, you were in bed snoring, I figured this was a good way for you to wake up.”

She was halfway to a retort then she changed her mind and decided to stuff her face with eggs instead. She loaded pancakes on her plate and dug in, completely unashamed, a sexy moan leaving her lips.

“Careful, I might turn you into breakfast.”

She didn’t flinch. “Is that a promise?”

I set my mug down, unable to stop the smile on my lips. This woman does something to me.

“Soooo,” she said taking a sip of juice, she just poured herself. “I’m your lady?”

So she heard…

“You’re mine.” My answer was immediate, I don’t even have to think about.

“You always this possessive with a fling.”

“This isn’t a fling.”

“What?”

“I don’t repeat myself.” She was testing my patience, ready to bring out the beast.

“Are you always this possessive with women.”

“No.” I said, growing irritated. “Just the ones that spent the night coming on my dick.”

She was stunned silent. Last night, she gave herself to me in ways that told me this was no fling. Watching how she staked her claim over me in front of the model turned me on more than just physically.

But I want more of her.

Last night wasn’t enough.

I’m not sure I’ll ever have enough of this woman.

“That was rude,” she said, eyes locked on mine, one pink-painted nail pointed like a threat.

I shrugged, unbothered. Watching the way my words made her squirm was too damn satisfying.

Just being honest,” I said, voice low. “I filled you up last night. Marked you like mine.”

She flinched—barely—but I saw it.

The kind of reaction you try to cover with stillness.

Her gaze dropped to her plate, but she didn’t touch a thing.

Like she was trying to disappear behind the food, or under it.

“I’m clean,” she said, barely above a whisper. “And I’m on the pill.”

I didn’t respond right away.

Just watched her.

Watched the way her shoulders rose a little too high, the way her fingers pressed into the edge of the table like she needed something to hold onto.

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