One hundred and sixteen
I wake to amber eyes staring down at me. I flash Brandon a sleepy smile, he presses a kiss to my hair and I giggle, he must love my new shampoo. "You slept well?" I ask.
He nods, placing another kiss on my temple. "I did, you?" he says against my skin and I hum in response, loving the wet kisses he litters on my shoulder. "Elna. Stop moaning."
To that, I moan louder and he spanks my butt to shut me up. It doesn’t work, I tug on his nipple with a moan. Our conversations from last night flood back, my eyes trail Brandon who hops out of the bed to pull his shorts over his waist. Resting my head on the pillow, I tug the cover over my breasts, reluctant to leave the comfort of our soft mattress.