Page 95 of Saxon

"I have one rule—no making me happy-cry before breakfast."

"You had breakfast."

She splutters into her coffee. "I did, didn’t I? Lots of protein."

I chuckle. "Is there? Protein, in cum, I mean."

"Yup. Em and I googled it once because a guy she was hooking up with kept claiming it did—and it does. The average ejaculation contains an average of two hundred and fifty milligrams of protein."

"Huh. That's news to me."

"Semen—part of this nutritious breakfast." She giggles, and sips. "I wouldn't mind getting my protein that way."

"I wouldn't mind giving it to you that way."

She shoots me a mischievous side-eye. "To be fair, you also had breakfast." She waits until I'm mid-sip to hit me with the punchline. "Mmmmm—fishy."

I splutter coffee all over myself. "You're demented."

"Pot, this is kettle, come in kettle, this is pot." She picks up the edge of her flat sheet and uses it to wipe the coffee off me.

I eye her while she does so. "Do you frequently use your bedsheets as napkins?"

She laughs. "God, no. But I'm moving in with you, and the only things I plan on bringing with me are my clothes and my sewing shit."

"You really want to live underground with a bunch of fucked up operators and their equally fucked up girlfriends?"

She shrugs. "Sure. But what's an operator?"

"Special forces operator. Rev and Chance were both Recons, Kane was a SEAL, and Lash was KSK. Sol was CIA. Si and I are the only ones not officially ex-military spec ops. The training we went through essentially equates to it, though, and I'd classify myself as the operational equal to any operator in the world. At my peak, at least. I'm a little rusty, these days."

She rolls her eyes at me. "Okay, mister 'I dropped four men with four shots in a single heartbeat, intentionally not killing them even though I could and should have.'"

"Any operator worth a shit can do the same."

"Exactly. and that's you 'rusty'." She slugs back the last of her coffee, snags mine from me, and saunters her sexy naked ass into the kitchen.

A few moments later, she peeks her head around the corner. "Coming?"

"Where?"

She steps out into full view, naked, curves beckoning, eyes seductive, holding two mugs of coffee. "Shower."

"With coffee?"

"Duh. You've never had shower coffee?"

"Nope."

"Well, you've been missing out, big time." She wiggles her eyebrows at me. "Also, shower sex. My shower is pretty small, but I think we can manage."

We manage quite well, thank you very much. She braces her hands on the wall and bends forward, presenting her big, beautiful ass for me.

Slippery, soapy, moaning my name…fuck, it literally doesn't get any better.

"Terra, honey,” I say, after catching my breath, “I never thought I'd meet a woman who could make me wonder if my sex drive could keep up."

She angles herself under the spray, slathering bar soap on her hands, and then scrubbing her breasts with it. "Well, to be fair, you make me inconceivably, almost unbearably horny. She presses up against me, arms winding around my neck, claiming a kiss. "You make all my fantasies come true, Saxon. Every single one."