(Kendall)
It’s the following morning now and I had just woken up. Last night Jaxon made love to me so many times, I lost count.
My body ached, but it was the good kind of pain.
I turned over and saw that Jaxon had already woken up and was on his phone.
“Morning, love,” he said when he saw I was awake.
“Morning,” I replied. He smirked. I already knew that look.
God. I knew what he was going to say even before he said it.
“You alive? I wasn’t sure after round… what, six?”
I groaned and reached for the nearest pillow, hitting him with it. “Shut up.”
He laughed and dropped his phone beside him. “You started it.”
“I did not.”
“You said one more time, remember?”
“That was after you said this one doesn’t count.”
He pulled the pillow out of my hand. “That one didn’t count. You barely
