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I feel Dex lean way and look over my shoulder to see he’s discarding the condom in a tissue before tossing it into his garbage can. He rolls me so that I’m lying on my back, looking up at him, into those impressive green eyes. “Why, Amelia, is the girl who couldn’t stand the thought of my existence in her apartment falling for me?”
I grin up at him. “I think you thrust me into submission with your dick.”
He leans down and places a chaste kiss on my lips. “It’s my mission to always please you.”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
~DEX~
Ileave Amelia in my bed. Her long blonde hair is a beautiful contrast to my sheets. Last night was amazing. I’ve been with my share of woman, but I meant what I said to her last night. It was incredible and I would gladly stay in bed all day with her, worshipping her body over and over again.
But I have other plans for her today. I want to show her I’ve been paying attention to the things that she likes while I’ve been living with her. I want to cook her breakfast and take her shopping for some new books. I noticed that she has a smaller collection, and room on her shelves. I decide that that means she needs some new ones. Hell, maybe I can read her one of those romance novels and we can act out the scenes later. I know they’re spicy. She hasn’t said it, but she has a shirt that says, “I dust my shelves, but my books are still filthy.” That tells me that she enjoys a spicy romance book. I know a little about that because my sisters read those kind of romance novels. I’ve bought them a few for Christmases and birthdays. I want to make sure that Amelia has a full supply and has me around for inspiration.
One look in the fridge tells me that making her breakfast isnot going to work. We’re a little low on groceries. I make a mental note to go shopping later today or tomorrow. I close the fridge and walk back into the bedroom, where I see she’s stirring.
“Hey, pretty girl. How was your night?” I ask her, though I think I know the answer already.
She grins and rolls lazily onto her side, so that her hair spills across her chest and covers her breasts. “I’m doing just fine this morning. How are you, football?”
I chuckle. I love her playful personality. “Just fine.” I make my way over to the bed and sit down beside her, placing my hand on her hip and giving it a squeeze. “What are you hungry for this morning? I thought about making you breakfast, but we need some things from the store in order to do that, so I thought we could go out.”
She nods. “Yeah, I noticed that yesterday morning.” She sighs. “There’s a cafe not far that has the most amazing chocolate croissants, if you’re hungry for them.”
“There’s one thing I would really like to eat,” I tell her wagging my eyebrows at her, which causes her to giggle. “But I want whatever you want, peach.”
“We can do that later,” she tells me. “I want real food first.”
I smack her on the ass and say, “Well then, lazy girl, get your fine ass out of bed.”
She cries out and laughs at me again. “Keep on smacking me like that, and we won’t be leaving this bed.”
“That offer is so very tempting.” I lean down and gently kiss her. “But I have some plans for you today that I think you’ll rather enjoy.”
“I like that sound of that.”
“I thought you might,” I say winking at her.
It takes a bit with all the lingering touches and longing glances, but we are both dressed comfortably and out of the apartment. I’m driving us to the breakfast spot that she picked.
Amelia orders a chocolate croissant, fruit cup and a caramel protein latte.
“That sounds amazing, I’ll have the same, expect please make mine a black coffee,” I tell the barista as she takes our orders.
“You really are a serial killer,” Amelia says as she stands by my side.
I look over at her and flash her a lazy smile before asking, “Why would you say that? Other than my namesake.”
She grins, “Who in their right mind wants a black coffee? How can you not have any syrups or creamer in it? At least put some sugar in it.” She shakes her head. “That’s insanity.”
“No, what’s insanity is that you put some much shit in yours that you can’t even taste it,” I tease her.
“That’s the whole point. I want the caffeine fix, and for it to taste good,” she replies.
“I see.” I pay, grab the number marker from the counter and help her navigate to an open table. “I’ll take your word for it. But I’m going to stick with my black coffee.”
“You can keep it.” She winks at me.
I lean across the table and quickly give her a chaste kiss. “I sure will. And I think I’ll keep you too if that’s alright with you.”
