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My doorbell rings and I stomp over to the door, one of the front desk attendants is smiling and holds out a basket. I take it, quietly thank her and then close the door with my foot.
I place the basket on the kitchen island and unfold the covering to at least a dozen muffins.
My mouth waters on sight and my annoyance dissipates.
There’s only one person right now that would send me something like this. I head into the bedroom and grab my tablet. I want to see her on a bigger screen, rather than my small phone.
I prop the tablet up and press to dial her.
She answers with her hair wrapped in a towel and wearing a tank top. Her bedroom is in the background.
“Did I catch you at a bad time?” I ask.
“Not at all. I was actually expecting a call or a text from you. Good morning.” She smiles.
“Are these delicious things, your crafty work?” I ask holding up a still warm muffin.
“They may be,” she smiles proudly. “I went to this amazing bakery that was right by your place and the muffins were to die for. And I know you like a good pastry. I wanted you to start your morning off right.”
“I vote to start my morning with you every morning, I think we need to add mornings to our phone schedule.”
She moves around her room and places the phone on her dresser. She bends and moves the towel over her hair and flips back up.
“I hope you don’t mind me getting ready while we’re on?” She asks looking at the phone.
“I will have no objections, especially since you will have to get dressed and I’m hoping that I get to watch that too.” I grin before taking a bite out of the muffin. I moan at the taste. “Holy crap, this is delicious.” I hold up the muffin as she laughs.
This is something that I want every day; breakfast and laughs with my wife.
My wife.
Chapter Sixteen
“This one time in Vegas, I got ahandjobfrom a stripper, and I forgot to tip her.”
PEYTON
I’m sitting in my living room right now as he showers. He tried to talk me into showering with him, but after the marathon of bedroom activities since getting here last night, I think a small break is in order.
He’s insatiable. And the sex just keeps getting better and better.
Everything does. Our relationship. The sex. The communication. Every part.
The weekends that Max is in LA, Quinn disappears to give us some space, aside from the times that we’ve gone out with my friends. When we’re in Seattle, we’ve made it a point to do something with his friends as well, and so far, we’ve all gotten along.
The water shuts off and shortly after, the bathroom door opens.
“Babe?” He calls.
“I’m in the living room,” I return.
A moment later, he comes out of the hallway and my mouth waters at the sight of him.
Ripped taunt skin stretching over his still wet body, his hair is slicked back and he has the stubble that I’ve begged him to keep on the weekends, he stands in his towel in front of me.
“What, did you think I left?” I laugh.
“No, I was just hoping that you would be lying naked on your bed when I got out,” he winks.
