Rose woke up, deliciously sore, to find Roman working on his laptop – which she was starting to believe was an addiction of his.
She stretched, eyes closing back again, moaning deep in her throat, when he let out in a deep rumbling voice, “Don’t you be a temptress so early in the morning.”
“And here I thought you were insatiable,” she retorted wittily.
“Taunting me will get you nowhere, little butterfly,” he all but growled, “We have a busy day ahead of us.”
She let out a noncommittal sound in the back of her throat as acknowledgment, and then sat up and kissed him on the cheek.
“I’mma hit the shower,” she said softly.
He let out a grunt in response, “I already said no.”
“Was I offering anything?” she giggled, to which he shot her a look, before he snorted.
The sound was lo
