“What did you get?” she says, pouring two glasses of OJ and eyeing the brown paper bag I’m holding.
“Some breakfast.” I rattle off what’s inside.
At the mention of bagel and cream cheese, her eyes sparkle. “Whipped?”
“Yup.”
“You’re my hero.” She takes a big sip of her juice.
I have some with her. “Need any aspirin or anything?”
“For what?”
“Post-coital soreness? A hangover?”
She shakes her head. “Nope. I feel fine.” Her grin widens. “Better than fine.”
After placing a kiss on her forehead—if I kiss her lips, we’ll never get to breakfast—I pull out a pan to fry the bacon, but she puts a hand on my forearm. “
I’m not in the mood for it.”
“Not in the mood for bacon?” I raise both of my eyebrows. Any other girl, I might’ve thought diet, but not Liza. Girls on diets don’t drink the way she did. “What are you? An alien?”
She chuckles. “Is this going to be a problem?” She swings her hand back and forth between us.
I frown in feigned consideration. “I don’t know… Bacon rejection is pretty serious. You aren’t the woman I thought you were.”
Something crosses her eyes, but then she looks away. “You’re welcome to my bacon,” she says. “I just want a bagel.”
I let her pick her bagel first. I grabbed a bunch of different types since I don’t know what she likes—something I want to rectify. She takes an egg bagel, and I get a plain one.
I cut and toast them, hers first. After spreading a generous amount of cream cheese, she takes a big bite, then moans around the food.
The satisfied sound causes my dick to swell as though we didn’t roll around in bed for hours last night.
Five orgasms—a new record.
Right now, my half-hard cock says we should go for six.
She swallows. “I haven’t had a good bagel since I came home.”
“How come?” I want her fed before seducing her again.
“Mom’s not a fan of carbs.” Exasperation crosses her face. “She thinks they’ll make me blow up.”
“Pssh.” Liza is model slim with curves in all the right places. Her mother’s gotta be crazy to think she needs to watch her diet. “Eat what you like.”
Liza polishes off the last bite. “Seriously? You aren’t going to scream and run the other way if I blow up like…” She spreads her arms, elbows straight.
“More of you to kiss and lick.”
Her eyes sparkle. “That’s nice. And such a smooth line.”
“It’s not a line.”
And it’s actually not. I mean it. I’ve had beautiful girls, awkward girls, confident girls, bratty girls, sweet girls, but none of them measure up to Liza. She has the power to make all other women fade away, and it has nothing to do with her weight or appearance. It’s something as fundamental and innate as the air we share.
If I were the woo-woo type, I would say it’s her soul.