think of going to this kind of trouble. And I see that you do. This isn’t just for my benefit, is it? You eat like this all the time?”
His cheeks warmed. “It doesn’t take more time to have this kind of stuff on hand than a bag of chips. And I’ve gotten really conscious of what I eat since my dad’s stroke.” Dammit. He hadn’t meant to tell her that.
“Oh Blake. I’m sorry. When did it happen?”
“A few months back.”
“Is he okay?”
“He’s getting better but not good enough. We had to sell—” No. He would not tell her that. “Anyway, it changed a lot of things in my life. I’m becoming more vigilant about all aspects of my health.”
Her hand lightly, soothingly stroked his forearm. “I am sorry. I don’t know what I’d do if something like that happened to my dad. I worry about him. But he’s the type you can’t tell anything.”
“Sounds familiar. But now my dad has to listen.” He pointed to her plate. “Better eat.”
“Bossy.” Willow took one bite and moaned.
His cock stirred with awareness at her sexy sound. Damn. She made that noise right before she came.
She chewed and swallowed. “That is absolutely delicious.”
“Glad you think so.” Blake watched as she ate every bite and a big helping of veggies.
“What a day.” She drooped in her chair. “Amazing sex. Amazing food. You’ve spoiled me, Blake West.”
“I aim to please, ma’am.” He gathered the plates. As he rinsed the dishes, Willow scooted in behind him and pressed her face in the middle of his back. She didn’t say a word; she just hugged him for a minute or two. Then she hip-checked him, snagged a dishtowel and started drying.
Right then Blake knew he was in big trouble with this pint-sized woman.
When they finished, Willow faced him with a jaw-cracking yawn. “Will you be disappointed if I just want to go to sleep?”
“Hmm. Lemme think.” He kissed the top of her head. “Nope. I’m pretty whupped myself.” He steered her toward the bedroom.
“I have to be at the jobsite at seven which is in another four hours. Do you have an alarm clock so I can get up on time?”
“I’ll get you up, I promise.”
“Won’t you want to sleep in?”
She was probably thinking he led the leisurely life of a bartender. Work late; sleep late. He laughed. “I’ve never had the luxury.”
“Sucks to be you.” She stripped and crawled between the sheets. “Blake? You coming to bed?”
“Yeah.”
“Fully clothed?”
“Might be safer. Your nekkid body next to my nekkid body is not a sign my body reads as naptime.”
Willow threw back the covers. She stood and reached for a T-shirt hanging over the back of the chair. She slipped it over her head and it hung to her knees. “Happy?”
“No. I like you nekkid.” Blake stripped off his shirt, loving the way her eyes ate him up. He took two condoms out of his front pocket and set them on the dresser. “In case you change your mind.”
She snorted.
His cargo shorts hit the floor, leaving him in his boxer briefs.
He scrambled beside her and she curled around him, sighing sleepily against his chest. After a couple minutes, she murmured, “I like you nekkid too. But that’s not the reason I like you, Blake.”
“What is the reason, sunshine?”
“You make me feel like I’m the sexiest woman alive.”
“You are.”
Willow sighed again. “See? That sweet side of you isn’t fake. You’re almost too good to be true. There has to be something you’re not telling me.”
Blake stroked her back and listened to her breathe. As she floated off he was glad he didn’t have to answer.
As usual, he came out of a dead sleep at six a.m. Willow didn’t stir even when he shifted his arm out from underneath her. For the next half hour, he laid there staring at the ceiling fan, trying to will his hard-on away.
Wake her up. She’ll help you get rid of it.
No. Be a gentleman. Wake her up and get her out of here.
Sound, safe advice. But Blake
His cheeks warmed. “It doesn’t take more time to have this kind of stuff on hand than a bag of chips. And I’ve gotten really conscious of what I eat since my dad’s stroke.” Dammit. He hadn’t meant to tell her that.
“Oh Blake. I’m sorry. When did it happen?”
“A few months back.”
“Is he okay?”
“He’s getting better but not good enough. We had to sell—” No. He would not tell her that. “Anyway, it changed a lot of things in my life. I’m becoming more vigilant about all aspects of my health.”
Her hand lightly, soothingly stroked his forearm. “I am sorry. I don’t know what I’d do if something like that happened to my dad. I worry about him. But he’s the type you can’t tell anything.”
“Sounds familiar. But now my dad has to listen.” He pointed to her plate. “Better eat.”
“Bossy.” Willow took one bite and moaned.
His cock stirred with awareness at her sexy sound. Damn. She made that noise right before she came.
She chewed and swallowed. “That is absolutely delicious.”
“Glad you think so.” Blake watched as she ate every bite and a big helping of veggies.
“What a day.” She drooped in her chair. “Amazing sex. Amazing food. You’ve spoiled me, Blake West.”
“I aim to please, ma’am.” He gathered the plates. As he rinsed the dishes, Willow scooted in behind him and pressed her face in the middle of his back. She didn’t say a word; she just hugged him for a minute or two. Then she hip-checked him, snagged a dishtowel and started drying.
Right then Blake knew he was in big trouble with this pint-sized woman.
When they finished, Willow faced him with a jaw-cracking yawn. “Will you be disappointed if I just want to go to sleep?”
“Hmm. Lemme think.” He kissed the top of her head. “Nope. I’m pretty whupped myself.” He steered her toward the bedroom.
“I have to be at the jobsite at seven which is in another four hours. Do you have an alarm clock so I can get up on time?”
“I’ll get you up, I promise.”
“Won’t you want to sleep in?”
She was probably thinking he led the leisurely life of a bartender. Work late; sleep late. He laughed. “I’ve never had the luxury.”
“Sucks to be you.” She stripped and crawled between the sheets. “Blake? You coming to bed?”
“Yeah.”
“Fully clothed?”
“Might be safer. Your nekkid body next to my nekkid body is not a sign my body reads as naptime.”
Willow threw back the covers. She stood and reached for a T-shirt hanging over the back of the chair. She slipped it over her head and it hung to her knees. “Happy?”
“No. I like you nekkid.” Blake stripped off his shirt, loving the way her eyes ate him up. He took two condoms out of his front pocket and set them on the dresser. “In case you change your mind.”
She snorted.
His cargo shorts hit the floor, leaving him in his boxer briefs.
He scrambled beside her and she curled around him, sighing sleepily against his chest. After a couple minutes, she murmured, “I like you nekkid too. But that’s not the reason I like you, Blake.”
“What is the reason, sunshine?”
“You make me feel like I’m the sexiest woman alive.”
“You are.”
Willow sighed again. “See? That sweet side of you isn’t fake. You’re almost too good to be true. There has to be something you’re not telling me.”
Blake stroked her back and listened to her breathe. As she floated off he was glad he didn’t have to answer.
As usual, he came out of a dead sleep at six a.m. Willow didn’t stir even when he shifted his arm out from underneath her. For the next half hour, he laid there staring at the ceiling fan, trying to will his hard-on away.
Wake her up. She’ll help you get rid of it.
No. Be a gentleman. Wake her up and get her out of here.
Sound, safe advice. But Blake
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