Passionate Fuck In The Morning (1)

I kicked the front door shut behind me, letting the keys clatter onto the table. My case and bags hit the floor, and I sank down for a moment, letting out a long, exhausted sigh.

The early morning light spilled into the hallway, bathing everything in familiar warmth. I had never been so happy to be home. My soles throbbed, but I barely noticed through the rush of excitement coursing through me.

I wanted Ronan. Badly.

I hadn’t slept a wink on the flight, but the thought of surprising him kept me wired. My eyes had been glued to the oval window for hours, but my mind wasn’t on the clouds. It was on him. On the stolen moments we’d shared while I was away. A mischievous, wicked smile tugged at my lips. To anyone else, I probably looked like the high-powered businesswoman in her sharp suit and cashmere sweater. But underneath, I was burning, consumed with desire.

I remembered the times we’d connected while I was abroad. Video calls, phone sex, teasing each other across time zones. I’d boug