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“I’m on the pill. And I’m safe, Jamie. I swear. I’ve never—I’ve never let a man come inside me without a condom before. But if you want to…”
“I want to,” Jamie said, picking up the speed of his thrusts again. “And I’m clean too. I—I’ve never…either…” The idea that they were giving each other something they’d never given to others was so fucking sexy that he felt himself approaching another release far quicker than he wanted to. He tried to hold back, but soon Lucy was there, urging him on.
“Fill me up, Jamie. Please. Come with me now!”
That did it. The muscles in his back went taut. She cried out and clenched down on him as she came. As they came together. Jamie’s body shook, he groaned, and he spilled himself inside her.
* * *
Jamie woke up to an empty bed and the smell of bacon. He smiled, thinking about Lucy cooking. He’d never even thought to ask her if she cooked. He wouldn’t admit it to her, but for some reason he’d assumed she didn’t.
He got up, pulled on his pants, and followed the scent out to the kitchen. He stopped in the doorway and just watched Lucy for a few minutes while she didn’t know he was there. She was wearing his shirt. Her legs were bare, she didn’t have on any make-up, and her hair was disheveled.
She looked so pretty he immediately considered picking her up and carrying her back to the bedroom.
He smiled when she stuck her tongue out the side of her mouth, concentrating as she measured pancake mix and poured it into a bowl. She must have sensed him standing there, because she suddenly looked up.
And smiled.
God, this woman took his breath away.
He smiled back. “Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning. I wanted to surprise you.”
“When that wonderful smell wafted down the hall, I was surprised,”
“Well, go sit on the balcony and I’ll bring you your coffee. I don’t want you in the kitchen.”
Jamie laughed. “I had no idea what a domestic goddess you were.”
“Get out before I hit you in the head with a frying pan,” she said with a sweet smile.
“Kinky, but I’m game if you are.”
She narrowed her eyes and flicked a kitchen towel at him as he walked to the sliding door of her balcony. It was a gorgeous, sunny morning. Lucy brought him his coffee and a kiss, and then she went back to the kitchen. Minutes later, the food on the table, she sat across from him.
“Do your parents have servants, like housekeepers and cooks?”
“Yes, they do,” he answered somewhat cautiously, not sure where she was headed.
She shrugged and said, “We had all of that, too, so I never really learned how to cook. When I started living on my own, I had to eat a lot of Top Ramen while I learned. I know she’s just a baby, but I want Milly to be self-sufficient. Make sure she knows how to cook. How to do her own laundry. How to survive in the world and make it on her own.”
“That’s a great idea. But you know, you can still hire help and be independent. My sister and I could cook by the time we were teenagers. I worked on the cars with my dad’s mechanic, and I mowed lawns on the grounds. My father had a very similar view to yours. Other than a housekeeper that comes in twice a month, I pretty much take care of myself.” He held up a fork with a piece of pancake on it. “But it’s nice to be taken care of occasionally, too.”
He was both surprised and pleased when she first hooked an eyebrow up, then allowed it to settle as a genuine smile crossed her face.
