Page 59 of Wrapped in Perfection

He kisses my neck. "Or my tongue craving your sweet pussy?"

I bite on my smile, not sure how to answer him.

The alarm rings. He reaches over, glances at it, and his face falls.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." He kisses me again then rolls off me. He rises and pulls a T-shirt out of his drawer. "Put this on."

"I did pack clothes."

He grins. "I think this will be a panty-free morning."

"You're sure about yourself," I tease.

He smirks then puts the neck over my head. I slide my arms through, and my stomach grumbles. "What do you eat for breakfast, kotik?"

"Nothing."

"Why not?"

"Too many calories," I mumble and walk out of the room.

He follows me. "Well, we're going to change that. You can't starve yourself."

I spin. "I'll gain weight if I start eating breakfast. I've already blown my week with your dinners."

"How?"

"My macros. They're all off. And I can't lose weight, no matter what I try, so any increase is going to make me gain."

"And what does your macro count look like?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"I work out and lift. I'm not ignorant about this stuff. What's your ratio?"

I groan. "Are you going to monitor what goes in my mouth, too?"

His eyes turn to slits. "Is that what he did?"

I don't answer and sit at the table.

"One, you don't need to lose weight. You could add thirty pounds and you'd still look amazing. Two, if you don't eat enough, you can't lose. It'll backfire, and your metabolism will drop. Three, I plan on giving you several more workouts today, so I'm pretty sure you'll work off any extra calories."

I open my laptop and ignore him, but I'm looking forward to his "workouts."

He sits next to me. "What's your ratio?"

"Are you going to bug me all day about this?"

He grins. "Yep."

I shake my head, get up and fish my phone out of my purse, and turn it on. I ignore all the text messages and missed calls from Mitch and pull up my app. "Here."

He scrolls through my info and mumbles, "This is ridiculous."

"What?"

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