Temperature's Rising. [WATTYS 2023]

𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘙𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 : 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 33

Chapter 33
Last update until the votes/comments go up. Giving people time to view.
Images up on my Instagram since they keep deleting up.
I changed nick. For reasons.

Heaven.

The waves of pleasure crashed over me as I screamed his name, my body completely spent from the intense passion we had created. I rolled off of him, my breath slowly returning to me as I looked up at the ceiling, trying to gather my thoughts and reality again. A quick glance at the clock showed it was nearly noon. "We have to get going soon," I mumbled, pushing myself out of bed. Slipping on my robe and securing my hair with a clip, I entered the bathroom to examine myself in the mirror. The woman looking back at me radiated pleasure, and satisfaction - two days into this affair with my bodyguard, and it was going better than expected.

After pulling on my shoes, I made my way downstairs. He was in the kitchen at the stove, a pan of sizzling bacon in one hand and an aerosol can of whipped cream in another. "Iced coffee or orange juice?" Peeping at the time on my watch, I couldn't help but smile. "Iced coffee since it's noon." I sat myself down at the granite island and started scrolling through my unread messages, replying to as many as I could manage while he dished out breakfast onto plates for us both. "So, where we off to?" He set my plate in front of me and grabbed his own before sitting down. "I have to go meet the contractor to do one last walk-through and make sure everything is all set for the opening. And then I need to swing by my grandmother's place too. I haven't seen her in a while and she's blowing me off, so I need to see what's up and make sure she's okay."

"Alright, we can do that." He bit into his crispy bacon, then a sharp knock echoed through the room. I started to get out of my chair, but he quickly stopped me with a raised hand. "I got it." He tapped the kitchen table for emphasis, leaning forward and pushing himself off with both hands. His long strides took him swiftly from the kitchen and towards the front door.

I bit into the crispy bacon, a hint of maple and smokiness lingering on my tongue. "Who is it, Logan?" I asked while leaning back away from the kitchen island, barely keeping my balance. "Someone named Nick." A wide smile spread across my face. "Let him in. He's harmless." I stood still, anticipation coursing through me as I waited for them both to come around the corner. Nick's gaze met mine before flicking to a shirtless Logan grabbing his duffel bag. "I'mma finish my workout, I'll be down the hall if you need me," said Logan with a nod before shuffling away. Turning my attention back to Nick, I touched his arm lightly to catch his eye. "Hi, Nick," I said warmly. "You're a sight for sore eyes. What brings you by here?"