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With my hands around his throat, I bounced, snatching all his control. Sex with Jamie was always a healthy tug of war I didn’t mind playing. He made it a point to always give as much as he took, and I made it a point to always match his energy.

“Nyx, baby,” he begged, gripping my hips. “Slow up.”

Leaning forward, I dragged my tongue over his lips. “Tell me it’s my dick.”

“Mmm—fuck! It’s yours!”

“It’s mine?”

“Yes, Nyx,” he was folding like a lawn chair.

Leaning back, I opened my legs wide to give him a bird’s eye view of his dick disappearing between my folds.

Gripping a titty with one hand, I rubbed my clit with the other. “I want my dick to cum for me,” I whimpered. The more I bounced, the stiffer he became before releasing a guttural grunt.

Lifting, I wrapped a hand around him and jacked him off, rubbing the tip of him against my clit as he came.

“Mmm, yes,” I egged him on. “Look at all this fuckin’ cum you giving me.”

“Nasty ass,” he commented, breathing heavily as we finished our morning round. Climbing off him, I went to the bathroom to clean up. He joined me not too long after, and once we were done, we found ourselves right back in bed. I had to have passed out the minute my head touched his chest because the next thing I knew, it was two hours later.

Blinking slowly, I gingerly rolled over to see Jamie sitting with his back against the headboard, intently writing in the same blue notebook he’d been glued to since the first time I’d caught him with it.

“Why’d you let me go back to sleep?” I asked, voice raspy as all hell.

Tearing his eyes away from the notebook, he glanced down at me with a smirk. “Let you? Yo’ ass practically passed out.”

“So,” I argued. “You could have woken me up.”

“For what? You’re tired, and you’re off today. You can sleep for however long you want to.”

“I still have things to do, and I think as repayment for playing a role in setting my schedule back, I should be able to get a peek at whatever it is that you have going on over there.”

“No ma’am,” he shut me down quickly. “Nice try though.”

I pouted, “Just give me a hint.”

I had no idea why I was so obsessed with whatever he’d been scribbling. Maybe it was the intensity in his eyes whenever I caught him writing, or how secretive he was about it. I wouldn’t take it as far as to go hunting through his things to satisfy my curiosity, but damn if it wasn’t killing me.

Opening the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, Jamie tossed the notebook inside.

“You hungry?” he asked, changing the subject.

“No,” I replied stubbornly. At the same time, my stomach growled loudly, making a liar out of me.

“Right,” he snickered, climbing out of the bed. “Meet me in the kitchen after you pull yourself together.”

I caught myself admiring him as I cuddled deeper into his insanely soft comforter. His sculpted shoulders and well-defined back nearly made my mouth water. Closing my eyes, I released another yawn, contemplating whether or not I wanted to try and grab a few more minutes of sleep or just force myself out of bed.

Jamie had been right on the money when he pointed out that I didn’t have much to do for the day. But it still felt wrong to spend my free time lounging around. I’d grown so used to pushing myself to the limit day after day that relaxation somehow felt wrong.

Unable to fall back into a decent sleep, I pushed the covers from my body, deciding to get out of bed. He’d been kind enough to leave an extra pair of sweats and a shirt out for me, since all I had in my bag were emergency toiletries.

After a quick bathroom trip, I finally joined him in the kitchen, surprised to see that he’d already started cooking.

“Oh,” I exclaimed, stretching. “Here I was preparing myself to have to do all of the work and you’re already taking over.”

“Mama raised me to not have to wait on anybody, love,” he threw over his bare shoulder, grinning. “Have a seat, I got it today. Next round is on you.”