Chapter 12

I actually giggled.

“I love how happiness sounds on you. I hope to hear it often. And be warned, I’ll be bringing you meals daily from now on. As lovely as you look, you’re still too skinny. If my momma had ever met you, God rest her soul, she would have shaken her head and fed you pasta three times a day.”

“I bet.”

“Stay the night, love,” he begged as he pulled the blankets over us. “I’ll cook you breakfast if you promise to help me clean up the place a little.”

“For your cooking? I’d wear a maid’s uniform and high heels.”

“Is that right?” he said.

I turned my head to gaze at him in suspicion. “Don’t get any ideas, you.”

“I would never force you to do anything you wouldn’t want to, dearest.”

Right.

* * * *

Sunday morning, I awoke to my cock being blown by Lucius in a spectacular fashion, and I urged him to turn around so I could do the same.