Nosey Anna

I’m debating trying to make him come a third time when he catches me by the arms, hauling me up to him. “You’re going to kill me if you do that again,” he says, voice scratchy with pleasure and morning.

“But at least you’d die happy,” I say, smiling.

He leans over me, pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “Yes, I would.” His lips continue to tease my neck and chest, and I relax into the feeling of laying skin-to-skin with him.

“I wish we were alone,” I say.

He murmurs his words against my skin. “We are alone.”

“I mean today, alone in the house. We could stay in bed and I could take further advantage of that stamina you keep talking about.”

A kiss on my lips. “That sounds like the perfect day.”

I sigh, “I should get up and start on the turkey.”

Trevor wraps his arms around me. “Not yet.”

“Do you want to eat today?” I say, trying to wiggle out of his arms.

“Of course I do.”

I laugh, “Then let me go.”

A sly grin moves across his face. “You didn’t ask me what I wanted to eat.”

He dives