Vivian stirred, her muscles deliciously sore, a faint smile tugging at her lips. But before she could fully stretch, Christopher’s deep, teasing chuckle rumbled beside her.
She barely had a chance to glance at him before he pounced, pinning her to the mattress with an ease that sent a shiver of both anticipation and laughter through her. His weight pressed against her, his chest solid and warm, as he leaned close, his lips brushing the shell of her ear.
“Good morning, kitten,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and something far more wicked.
Vivian’s laughter bubbled up before she could stop it, her body squirming beneath his as he slid his fingers to her ribs.
“Christopher, don’t you dare—”
Her words broke into a high-pitched squeal as his fingers danced along her sides, finding
