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The following day, Bruce walked down the steps into the dining room where Jess was reading the paper, stuffing her face with cherries Alfred set out for her. "Morning." He grumbled, eyes already throbbing at how much light there was in the room.

"Hi." She greeted.

A grunt left his lips. "It's bright in here."

Jess rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry, that's the sun. I'll ask God to turn it down for you." She held up his sunglasses with a smirk. He snatched them from her hands and placed the black plastic over his eyes.

"I didn't take you for a morning person." He said, standing behind her to kiss her shoulder.

"I'm not, but when the sun is up, I'm up." She humbled at the way his lips traveled up to her neck. His kisses weren't desperate, but she could tell he was in the mood. "Alfred is lurking around here somewhere." She warned. "Can this wait until he goes running errands?"

"But you're wearing my shirt now." He mumbled against her neck. His hand slid into the neckline of her shirt and grabbed at her breast. Jess's eyes rolled to the back of her head, causing her to reach her arm around to lace her fingers through the wild locks of his black hair. He rolled her nipple between his fingers like playing dice. He knew exactly how to pull the right cords on her body after one sinful night together. A night, may she add, that consisted of four different orgasms.

"Bruce," She breathed. "You could at least ask before you treat me like a common whore." Bruce immediately pulled his head away from her neck. "I mean... I'm still gonna do it, but let's have a little decorum." A chuckle left Bruce's lips, his form of a laugh. It sounded hoarse, scratchy against his throat, and sexy to Jess.

Not hearing Alfred's cane clicking against the floor, Bruce tried to continue his assault on her neck. "Master Wayne, I know you were raised better than that." Alfred scolded, stabbing his cane against the hardwood floor. Like a child caught in the cookie jar, Bruce yanked his hand away from inside Jess's shirt.

A smug giggle left Jess's lips. "Whoopsie."

Bruce took Jess's hand to get away from Alfred's disapproving look. "Come, I want to show you something."

A confused look flashed across Jess's face. "Okay." She got up from her chair, giving Alfred a look. "If I don't come back upstairs, you know what happened."

"Indeed, I do, ma'am." He nodded as he stole the paper from her side of the table. "I shall take the necessary precautions to ensure your body is never found."

"Alfred," Bruce warned.

"Oh, do as the young lady says, "lighten up" it is merely a joke we've adapted." He perched his glass onto the bridge of his bumpy nose. "You're rather uptight. Let loose... dude."

Jess giggled childishly, covering her mouth to stop herself from breaking into a full-fledged laugh. Bruce found himself almost regretting leaving her alone with Alfred. She was a bad influence, and he could tell his old butler was starting to like her carefree attitude.