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Oh, Miss Steele.
And after our first night together…
“Oh, by the way, I’m wearing your underwear.” And she yanks the waistband up, so I can see the words “Polo” and “Ralph” peeking over her jeans.
I shake my head, and from the armoire I take a pair of my boxer briefs and deposit them on the chair. I like it when she wears my clothes.
She mumbles again, and I think she said “cage,” but I’m not sure.
What the hell is that about?
She doesn’t stir, but remains blissfully asleep while I dress. As I pull on my T-shirt there’s a knock on the door. Breakfast has arrived: pastries, a coffee for me, and Twinings English Breakfast tea for Ana. Fortunately the hotel stocks her favorite blend.
It’s time to wake Miss Steele.
“Strawberry,” she mutters, as I sit down beside her on the bed.
What’s with the fruit?
“Anastasia,” I summon her gently.
“I want more.”
I know you do, and so do I. “Come on, baby.” I continue to coax her awake.
She gripes. “No. I want to touch you.”
Shit. “Wake up.” I lean down and gently tug her earlobe with my teeth.
“No.” She screws her eyes tight.
“Wake up, baby.”
“Oh no,” she protests.
“Time to get up, baby. I’m going to switch on the side light.” I reach across and switch it on, bathing her in a pool of dim light. She squints.
“No,” she whines. Her reluctance to wake is amusing and different. In my previous relationships a sleepy submissive could expect to be disciplined.
I nuzzle her ear and whisper, “I want to chase the dawn with you.” I kiss her cheek, kiss each eyelid in turn, kiss the tip of her nose, and kiss her lips.
Her eyes flicker open.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
And they close again. She grumbles, and I grin down at her. “You are not a morning person.”
She opens one unfocused eye, studying me. “I thought you wanted sex,” she says, her relief obvious.
I suppress my laugh. “Anastasia, I always want sex with you. It’s heartwarming to know that you feel the same.”
“Of course I do, just not when it’s so late.” She hugs her pillow.
“It’s not late, it’s early. Come on—up you go. We’re going out. I’ll take a rain check on the sex.”
“I was having such a nice dream.” She sighs, peering up at me.
“Dream about what?”
“You.” Her face warms.
“What was I doing this time?”
“Trying to feed me strawberries,” she says with a small voice.
That accounts for her babbling. “Dr. Flynn could have a field day with that. Up—get dressed. Don’t bother to shower, we can do that later.”
She protests but sits up, ignoring the sheet that slips down to her waist and exposes her body. My cock stirs. With her hair mussed, cascading over her shoulders and curling around her naked breasts, she looks gorgeous. Ignoring my arousal, I stand up to give her some room.
“What time is it?” she asks, her voice sleepy.
“Five thirty in the morning.”
“Feels like three a.m.”
“We don’t have much time. I let you sleep as long as possible. Come.” I want to drag her out of bed and dress her myself. I can’t wait to get her airborne.
“Can’t I have a shower?”
“If you have a shower, I’ll want one with you, and you and I know what will happen then—the day will just go. Come.”
She gives me a patient look. “What are we doing?”
“It’s a surprise. I told you.”
She shakes her head and beams, very much amused. “Okay.” She climbs out of bed, oblivious to her nudity, and notices her clothes on the chair. I’m delighted that she’s not her usual shy self; maybe it’s because she’s sleepy. She slides on my underwear and gives me a broad smile.
“I’ll give you some room now that you’re up.” Leaving her to dress, I wander back into the main room, sit down at the small dining table, and help myself to some coffee.
She joins me a few minutes later.
“Eat,” I order, motioning for her to take a seat. She stares at me, transfixed, her eyes glazed. “Anastasia,” I say, interrupting her daydream. Her eyelashes flutter as she comes back from wherever she’s been.
“I’ll have some tea. Can I take a croissant for later?” she asks hopefully.
She’s not going to eat.
“Don’t rain on my parade, Anastasia.”
“I’ll eat later, when my stomach’s woken up. About seven thirty, okay?”
“Okay.” I can’t force her.
She looks defiant and stubborn. “I want to roll my eyes at you,” she says.
Oh, Ana, bring it on.
“By all means, do, and you will make my day.”
She looks up at the fire sprinkler on the ceiling. “Well, a spanking would wake me up, I suppose,” she says, as if she’s weighing the option.
She’s considering it? It doesn’t work that way, Anastasia!
“On the other hand, I don’t want you to be all hot and bothered; the climate here is warm enough.” She gives me a saccharine smile.
“You are, as ever, challenging, Miss Steele.” My voice is droll. “Drink your tea.”
She sits down and takes a couple of sips.
“Drink up. We should go.” I’m keen to get on the road—it’s quite a drive.