I wake up to breakfast in bed.

Fucking breakfast in bed.

I was right. Addison is straight wife material. I hate the fucker that’ll make her happy after we end things.

I can’t control the grin on my face as I sit up and rub my eyes while she places a tray on my lap. “Damn, babe. You sure know how to spoil a guy.”

She shrugs. “You’re helping me out. It’s the least I could do.”

She’s standing at the side of the bed looking delectable. I’m tempted to throw the tray off my lap and replace it with her. I can make out the outline of her nipples through her thin, pink tank top. Another pair of those small ass shorts she always seems to be sporting when I’m around covers her pussy. She’s trying to torture me.

“You’re letting me eat your pussy, that’s plenty,” I say. I scoop up a bite of French toast smothered in strawberry syrup and shove it in my mouth. “But this is pretty good.”

She twirls a loose, blonde curl behind her ear. “Were you doubting my breakfast making skills? Unlike my sex skills, they’re pristine.”

I throw my head back. “First off, your sex skills are phenomenal. In my defense, on your cooking, you have someone make you breakfast daily.”

She gives me an annoyed look.

“Now get your ass up here, so I can share.”

I feed her half my breakfast and make sure I lick every drop of sweet syrup from her face. We hang out in bed for hours. I’ve never done this with a chick before. I’ve also never watched annoying chick flicks back to back. Never had a woman snuggle up to my side, wrap herself in my arms, and explain why The Notebook is the saddest movie in the history of romantic movies. In my opinion, it’s the most boring movie I’ve ever seen.

She brings herself up when the last movie ends.

Thank fuck that’s over.

“There’s another thing I’ve wanted to do,” she says.

“You name it.”

“I want to go skinny dipping.”

My dick instantly stirs to life. Her ass bounces when she jumps out of bed and opens up a drawer. I keep my eyes glued to her as she starts pulling stuff out.

“Whoa whoa,” I say, stopping her. “What the hell are you doing?”

She looks at me with confusion. “Uh … changing into my bikini.”

I shake my head and tsk her. “Nu uh, babe. We’re going skinny-dipping. That means your sexy ass is going to be naked.”

Her face falls. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh. We’re not taking any more time than necessary. You’re going to walk your pretty ass downstairs, grab us towels, and then strip by the pool.” I lick my lips. “I want you to jump in. I’ll be right behind you. After that, I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.”

Her eyes grow. “Alrighty, then,” she says, slowly. She crams her suit back in the drawer and slams it shut.

I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth as it waters and watch her.

She throws her hand out and focuses on me. “You better get to stripping, too. I want to see you naked and jumping in by my side.”

She’s testing me. My little firecracker wants to give me a piece of my own medicine.

I pull myself out of bed, untie my shorts, and let them fall to the floor. “That better, princess?”

Her beautiful blue eyes drop down to my hard as a rock cock, and she bites into her lip while rubbing her thighs together.

I point to the doorway. “After you.”

She stares at me for a few more seconds. Well, at my cock. If she doesn’t pull her attention away from it, we won’t make it to the pool. I’ll be bending her over that dresser and plowing into her.

She inhales a deep breath and scurries out of the room without another word.

“You better be naked by the time I get out there,” I yell. I slowly tread down the stairs and find her waiting for me outside.

“I thought I told you to be naked,” I say, looking at her clothes in disgust. I need to see her, be inside her, before I explode.

“I wanted you to watch me,” she replies.

She rips her shirt over her head, giving me a glimpse of her perfect nipples. Her shorts drop, her panties next, and I’m in front of her in seconds.

I grab the back of her head and smash her lips to mine, tasting sweet syrup. Fuck, she tastes so good. I grip her ass, pull her into me, and then pick her up. The water splashes and hits me in the face when she lands in the pool.

She comes up and takes deep breaths. “Seriously?”

I jump in next and pin her against the wall of the pool, resting my hands above us on the concrete.

“Give it to me, Zeth,” she says, practically panting. “Don’t be gentle. Take me how you want.”

I kiss her with more passion, more intensity than I ever have. I want her more than anything. She’s all I can think about. There’s a blame burning through me, burning so fucking deep, and I’m ignited with the truth that I’d do anything for this woman.

“Fuck … we don’t have a condom.” I go to pull away, but her legs wrapping around my waist stop me. I shake my head. “I don’t fuck without a condom.”

“I’m on the pill,” she argues. “Don’t you dare stop right now.”

I groan when she rocks against me, rubbing herself against my cock, and hesitate briefly before filling her with my cock without warning. Her back arches, and her nails dig into my back. I release a primal growl at the sensation of feeling her pussy against my bare cock.

Fuck, this is what going raw feels like?

I won’t give my friends shit for not wrapping it up again.

I know she’s close when she throws her head back. She moans, and I pound into her faster, losing control. I palm her tit, playing with her nipple, and the water moving against us makes her pussy feel even more incredible.

It only takes two more thrusts of my cock, and she gets off. Her back slumps against the wall as she lets herself go. Two more pumps, and I bust inside her.

Holy hell. Yes!

“That was incredible,” he says, catching her breath while circling her arms around my neck. “Let’s do it again.”

I blow out a breath. Damn, I love how much she craves me. “Give me a minute, babe.”

She bites into the edge of her lip while looking up at me. “Was that good for you?”

“That was fucking amazing.” My shoulders shake. “Fuck, you felt so good without a condom.”

“You’ve never done it without one before?”

I shake my head while she tries her best to conceal her satisfied grin. “What?”

“It’s nice to know I can finally be one of your first for something.”

“Princess, that’s not the only first you’ve taken from me,” I mutter, without thinking.

Her head tilts up to get a better look at me. “What do you mean?”

Fuck. I’m not supposed to say shit like that. I open my mouth to tell her she’s the only woman I’ve ever wanted more than sex with. I’ve never wanted to come back for seconds over and over again like I do with her. But I bite my lip to stop myself.

I can’t put a feeling like that into words, especially when what I want to say terrifies me. I close my eyes and wish she could read my mind. Maybe, just maybe, my soft touches and the way I hold her will tell her everything she needs to know. It’ll tell her how much I’m falling for her.

I scramble to come up with the right words to her question. “I mean … I’ve never had sex with someone as many times as I have with you … or watched a movie.” I feel bad for being dishonest with her.

I’ve also never craved someone’s pussy twenty-four-seven … or wanted to share a bed with her every night. I freeze up when I realize something. If she asks me to stay, I will. I’ll do anything for her–but only if she wants the same thing.

And I’m not sure if she does.