Jizziebelle: Belle of the Burlesque (Hardwood's Harlots Burlesque Romance Book 1) by Kat Crimson

Author:Kat Crimson [Crimson, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Spunky Publications, LLC
Published: 2016-03-11T00:00:00+00:00

8

Get Up, Sleep Delays Our Lives

“Okay Joss,” spoke Ryan, in a quiet voice, as I opened a set of very content eyes to find him staring down at me with a small smile on his face. “We’ve officially been in bed, naked, for almost an entire night and day. I think we need to get up now,” he chuckled. “We should probably get some food,” he suggested, looking towards the untouched, congealed breakfast tray and ice-cold coffee on the nightstand. “What do you say we take a shower and get some clothes on?”

He was right. This was going beyond decadent and debauched, and delving right into lazy depravity. Also, if I thought I needed a shower this morning, I was more than sure I needed one in the worst way now. When I’d gotten up to pee before, I‘d skillfully avoided the mirror. I did not need that kind of blow to my self-esteem right now. I vowed not to look into the mirror until after I was showered.

“That sounds like a fantastic plan,” I agreed, focusing on the breakfast tray and feeling a twinge of guilt. “I’m sorry you went to all the trouble to make breakfast and we never even ate it. No one’s ever made me breakfast in bed before,” I said then brushed aside my admission by continuing on. “Shower’s a great idea, not to mention we’ll be able to pat ourselves on the back for our creative water conservation tactics,” I grinned at him.

“Really? No one’s ever made you breakfast in bed? That’s a crime, Joss, I promise to make you breakfast again,” Ryan smiled at me. “C’mon miss environmentalist, heavy on the mental,” he continued, emphasizing his words with a smack on my ass. “Up,” he commanded, sliding out of bed and pulling me up with him. I crashed into the solidity of his body, and he hugged me there for a moment. Then his hands delved down to grip my ass, pulling me in tightly as he kissed my brow, and then rested his chin on top of my head.

This is so nice, I thought. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had held me like this. I felt the comfort of home within the circle of Ryan’s embrace, as I rested my head on his chest and listened to the steady, strong rhythm of his heartbeat.

He momentarily gripped me more tightly as he raised my body an inch or so from the ground so he could set me back down with my feet resting on his. He began to walk us backward towards the bathroom as I giggled at his childish antics. I could feel his reluctance to let me go, and it made me happy and giddy.

We had a blissfully hot shower in his luxuriously tiled and glassed stall. An extra-large shower head managed to keep us both under the powerful, steamy spray. Ryan was lucky his shower was so nice. I wasn’t known for sharing my hot water. He would find that out if we ever showered together at my house, I thought, with a devilish chuckle.

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