Taken By Him (The Billionaire Black Sheep Book 2) by Tessa Blake

Author:Tessa Blake [Blake, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Happy Ever After
Published: 2019-09-07T16:00:00+00:00

7

Miles

I wake with Brigitte in my arms, which is surprising. Once I’m really asleep, I’m more of a sprawler than a cuddler.

But then, I don’t think either of us managed to get into anything like an actual deep sleep. I know I didn’t. Every time I would doze off, I’d wake up and want her again.

In fact, I want her now. But I’m exhausted, and I think I’m tapped out. I’m not in my twenties anymore.

I gather up her hair, lift it so I can run my lips across the back of her neck.

She shivers, sighs. “I’m so sleepy.”

“Sleep a little longer.” I kiss her there one more time before slipping out of bed.

I snag my boxers on the way out of the bedroom, make a pit stop in the bathroom to wash up, then put them on in the kitchen while I’m staring into the fridge. A big tub of yogurt, a couple of small cardboard takeout boxes, and a vast array of condiments. Not exactly the breakfast of champions.

I run through my options, which are: Stay here and be hungry until she wakes up, or go out to get food and not be able to get back in. Neither of them really appeals.

A quick examination of her apartment door establishes that I can leave it unlocked and get back in. So far, I’ve had good luck with the building door; but I’ve always been here in the evening when maybe people are more likely to be going in and out. No guarantee there will be someone to let me in at this time of day.

Fuck it, I’m hungry.

I sneak back into the bedroom. Brigitte’s sound asleep, wrapped around the pillow I slept on, with one leg stretched out on top of the covers. I resist the urge to climb back in with her, instead grabbing my clothes and sneaking back out. Leaving the apartment door unlatched, I take the elevator down and use someone’s Amazon delivery box to prop open the outer door. I won’t be gone long.

The grocery store on the opposite corner has a bunch of hot options, and I consider them for a few minutes. Based on dinner last night, she’s not an egg white and spinach on gluten free whatever kind of girl—thank God—so I go with traditional. In a matter of minutes, I’m back upstairs with a bag full of warm food and a drink tray with two coffees, which I drop on the little table just outside the kitchen.

In the bedroom again, I sit on the edge of the bed and let my hand run along the length of that exposed leg. “Hey. You hungry?”

She murmurs something, wraps a little tighter around the pillow.

I stroke her leg again and discover that I’m not as tapped out as I thought I was. But the food is getting cold—and honestly, give the woman a break, for fuck’s sake. It was a long night.

“Wake up,” I say, and brush a kiss on her exposed shoulder. “I got breakfast.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.