“Not yet.” “You don’t want this?” I frown. “Oh no, I want it.” Adam groans, then sits up. “But let me cook you breakfast.” He gives me a kiss and lays me down on my stomach, gently massaging my shoulders. His hands move down to my back and I close my eyes, embracing this feeling. He takes a pillow and places it underneath my stomach and spreads my legs open a little bit, positioning his head in between them. “Wait, what are you doing?” I look over my shoulder. “I’m having my breakfast first.”
