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CALEB

Waking up with Amelia in my arms is what I imagine heaven would be like. I slip out of bed slowly, careful not to wake her, and head to the kitchen to scramble a quick breakfast. Once everything’s ready, I place it on a tray and carry it back to her room.

She’s sitting up against the headboard, rubbing her eyes, her curls are a little messy, looking so sexy and serving as a clear reminder of what we did last night.

I chuckle, placing the tray on her lap. “Morning, sleepy head.”

“Mmm, morning.” She smiles sleepily, picking up her toast. “Thanks, I could get used to this.”

“I’ll gladly do it.”

I glance at the clock and sigh. “As much as I’d love to stay and eat breakfast with you, I gotta go. First shoot with Driftwear’s today.”

Her brows lift and her eyes gleam. “That’s today? How exciting! Are you ready for it?”

“Yeah, but I’d much rather lie here with you,” I say, my voice dropping as I frown.

“Me too. And I feel bad you didn’t get to eat.”

“Maybe I can later?”

“That can definitely be arranged.”

I’m about to kiss her, but she pulls back, covering her mouth. “I have food breath!”

“I don’t care,” I pout. “Oh come on, you’re really gonna make me go to work without a kiss? That’s bad luck.”

“Go.” She cups my face, pecking me before nudging me away. “Before Coach kills you for being late.”

I take the same hand she nudged me with and kiss her inner wrist. “Fine.”

Reluctantly pulling away, I slip on my clothes.

“I love you,” she says amused, taking a sip of her orange juice.

“I love you too,” I toss her a wink, then jog back to steal another quick kiss.

I’ll never get enough of her.

Once the photoshoot wraps up, Marcus approaches, an energy drink in hand and an obnoxious smirk on his face. He slaps me on the back. “You look oddly refreshed this morning.” He narrows his eyes. “You’re practically glowing.”

I shake my head, shoving him back. “I just got a good night’s rest.”

Marcus gives me a side eye and raises his brows, his grin growing extremely wide. “Mhm… good night’s sleep my ass.” He pauses dramatically, then switches to the worst British accent I’ve ever heard. “But I digress. I shall not question you further.”

Carter and Nico follow behind him, their eyes full of the same mischievous gleam. I can already sense where this is headed. “Don’t start.” I warn, before they have a chance to speak.

But who am I talking to again? Right…these idiots. Still, I gotta love them. They came to support me during the shoot and are treating me to lunch for our cheat meal.

I won’t be too hard on them today.

“Maybe Amelia can introduce me to some of her friends?” Carter teases.

Nico shakes his head with a small but barely there smile.

I can’t help but grin and nod, feeling like I won the damn lottery. This is everything I’ve ever wanted, and somehow, by the grace of God, Amelia wanted me too.

She is my home. Wherever she is, that’s when I’m the happiest.

It’s been officially a month since Amelia and I started dating, and tonight she wanted to cook with me for our date. So, I stopped by the grocery store on my way back and picked up some pasta for her, knowing it’s one of her favorites.

I watch as she stands near the stove in nothing but my oversized t-shirt and the sight already has me going feral. It looks fucking amazing on her.

I sneak up behind her and scoop her up effortlessly onto my shoulders as she presses her thighs against my face.

“Oh my god!” She squeals, gripping my hair and clinging to me like a koala.

“I’ve got you,” I laugh, feeling her shift as she settles on my shoulders. She peers over my head, her face inches from mine as she tries to look into my eyes.

“How are we going to cook like this?” She chuckles, her voice laced with amusement and curiosity. Her legs tighten around me and a shiver runs down the back of my spine.

“You know how,” I say, my hands sliding up and down her thighs, giving them a light squeeze. Her legs are so smooth it makes me want to linger and kiss them, but I try to focus.

“Oh, this’ll be so fun,” she giggles once she registers what I mean. Then she fully locks into character, channeling Remy from Ratatouille as she tugs my hair and bosses me around the kitchen.

Her laughter is infectious as she pulls me toward the cabinet. I reach for the noodles and the creamy Alfredo sauce as she takes charge.

It’s beyond sexy when she takes control and tells me what to do.

Our final task is sliding the garlic bread into the oven. After setting the timer, I gently place her back on her feet in front of the kitchen counter. Six minutes left and counting.

“I wonder what we can do to pass the time,” she grins, looking up at me with mischievous eyes, the kind of look that lets me know we’re both on the same page.

“I have an idea.” I lift her onto the counter, gripping the back of her neck to tug her closer, sealing our lips together. Her fingers trace along my jaw, igniting fire in my chest as she angles her head and deepens the kiss.

I slide my tongue along the seam of her lips and she parts for me, meeting my tongue, and I’m rewarded with the sweetest moan.

She lifts her hips, tugging her shirt and I eagerly help pull it off her, lazily tossing it to the side.

She’s wearing black panties and a matching sheer bra where I can see her perfectly taut nipples and the sight sends a message straight to my cock. Her breasts press against me and my hands roam her supple body, gripping her hips as I tug her to the edge of the counter. “So perfect.”

She exhales a shaky breath as I nudge her thighs apart, my fingers brushing dangerously close to where she needs me most. I meet her gaze, the hunger in her eyes a perfect reflection of my own.

“Fuck, you’re already wet.”

She groans as I tease her center with light strokes, barely touching her but it’s enough to make her squirm.

“More…” she breathes, shifting her hips forward.

I obey, adding more pressure as my fingers begin to circle her clit, picking up speed.

A strangled moan breaks free from her lips as I push her underwear aside, and easily dip my middle finger inside her. Her breathing grows labored, turning into a rapid pant.

Music to my ears.

“That’s it baby.”

Her eyes clamp shut, and I know she’s seconds away from coming. I slip a second finger, curling them just right to hit the spot that makes her body spasm.

“Oh my god,” she stutters, riding my fingers as I lick a slow trail from her throat up to her jaw.

“You’re so beautiful,” I rasp against her skin before nipping her earlobe.“Let me feel you.”

She clenches her walls around me and I know she needs more so I pump in and out of her deeper and faster until she’s gripping anything within reach, knocking over the kitchen utensils as they clang to the floor.

“Keep riding my fingers like that. Don’t you dare stop.”

She grinds faster. “I’m coming, ah-” she cries, gripping my wrist, keeping me in place. Her body tightens around my fingers one final time before she convulses, pleasure washing over her.

She slumps back against the counter, shuddering, completely wrecked. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

Just as the oven beeps, I pull my fingers out and suck them clean, eyes never leaving hers.

“Dinner’s ready.”