Eleanor slowly dressed. Her mind was still buzzing from their early morning session despite the long leisurely bath Caine insisted she enjoy after they finished breakfast. Just the memory of how he touched her made her body hum in a way that seemed foreign even now.
Shaking her head, she tried to clear her mind. Caine told her to dress warmly and comfortably as it had grown cooler. Settling for jeans and a sweater, she finally headed to the kitchen, her mind still full of everything he had done for her that morning. After pleasuring her, he served her breakfast in bed: omelets with sausage and hashbrowns. Eleanor had breathed in the rich smell and almost groaned.
“Okay, now I’m getting a little jealous,” Caine joked, “only I should make you sound like that.”
Eleanor blushed, “You do…
