Professional Restraint

39 Imagine That...

Liam

Dawn early light draws me from my peaceful, deep slumber. El still sleeps soundly with her head on my chest and her hair cascading wildly around her.

I can't wipe the stupid grin from my face as I look down at her, our legs entwined and the blankets a mess.

What a hell of a way to christen the place!

The first rays of sun crest the horizon, casting her in a soft glow. Ella groans in her sleep and rolls over, away from me.

I sigh, but know she needs her sleep. My plan was to be more gentle, to show her what her body was capable of. But like almost every other time I make plans, she derailed it with a simple outfit.

Fuck. If I'd have known she wore that all day... our weekend would have started extra early. The lingerie was perfectly suited to her, sultry and seductive, without being over the top.

Sometime through the night she slipped off the thigh highs, tossing them to the floor with the rest. She lies on her stomach, bare with the sheet barely covering her. Automatically, my gaze drifts to the swell of her ass, peaking out from the sheets.

God, she responds perfectly. Every spank of her perfect ass had her pussy milking my cock for everything it was worth. Just thinking about it breathes new life into me.

"Elle," I whisper.

She stirs on the edge of consciousness, shifting on her stomach to hug the pillow tighter.

I lean over and brush the hair back from her face, rousing her softly before placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.

Her lashes flutter open, and she lets out a content sigh. As quickly as they opened, her eyelids sag shut.

"Sleep," I murmur, caressing her back. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

She doesn't open her eyes but mumbles some sort of agreement.

I chuckle and pull the sheet up as she snuggles in, then slip out of bed. The air is cool on my bare skin, making me miss the warmth of my bed and companion.

After grabbing a pair of grey sweatpants, I hit the bathroom to clean up then go downstairs. The smell of coffee greets me, having had the foresight to set it up last night. Not a sound stirs on my way, leaving me to think everyone else is still asleep.

Fishing through the cupboards, I scrounge a bamboo serving board and a couple of mugs. When I ordered the groceries, I was sure to get a nice selection of prepared fruit and muffins. With my tray full, I turn to head back upstairs.

Declan pauses in the hallway, his hair disheveled. "Morning," he says with a grin as he be lines for the coffee.

Puffy red nail marks Criss Cross his fair back and I don't miss the tell tail crescents of bite marks on his shoulders. Shaking my head, I laugh.

"Sleep well?"

Declan grins. "Like the dead... when we finally got there."

I snort back a laugh. "I'm thinking a lazy morning? Maybe a late lunch or dinner?"

"I'm down for that. I'll text Emilio. Don't think those two are up yet..."

"Good, I don't even know where I left my phone."

I leave him nursing his coffee and continue upstairs. El is sprawled out over the bed like a starfish. As much as I want to leave her, I know her body is probably worn out from last night.