Page 54 of Covert Operation
How desperately I want this to happen every morning.
Savannah takes a bite of the same sandwich, her nose wrinkling as she chews. “I don’t think this one’s going to be my favorite.”
After moving on to the next sandwich, she repeats the process, working through everything I brought before scooting a littlecloser. She takes a long pull from her straw before offering it to me.
I’m running on autopilot at this point. Any focus I might have is going to keeping myself from fully jumping in. Grabbing the little bit she’s offered and running with it. I take a sip, swallowing down the sweet, creamy concoction.
Savannah beams at me. “You like?”
I nod, but I’m not sure what I’m admitting to. Probably more than I expect. “I do.”
“What about the sandwiches?” She’s cuddled up to me now, legs thrown over my lap, relaxed against my chest. “Which one was your favorite?”
“The bagel one.” I don’t know which sandwich I liked best. Honestly, I barely tasted any of them. I do know, not a single one comes close to tasting as good as her mouth. But she hated the bagel, so that’s the one I’m gonna eat while I try to pretend I wouldn’t rather be devouring her.
Savannah’s lip curls, wrinkling her nose in the cutest way. “Really?” Her eyes narrow as they move over my face. “I don’t believe you.” She leans away to look over the selection we sampled. Instead of picking up the bagel, she grabs the bacon, egg, and cheddar on a croissant and holds it out. “This is the one you liked best.”
“I’m not picky when it comes to food. I’ll eat anything.” I did like the sandwich she’s offering, but so did she, and I’ll be damned if I take something she wants.
“Good.” She gives me a bright smile. “Then eat this one.”
Stubborn woman. I give her my best frown. “No.”
Her mouth drops open on a scoff. “Are you trying to intimidate me?”
“Maybe.” It takes everything in me to keep from smiling. “Is it working?”
“Not at all.” She shifts, and before I know what’s happening, Savannah is straddling my lap, holding the sandwich in front of my mouth, a grin curving her lips. “Now eat your breakfast.”
I grip her hips, tugging her closer. “You’re the only person who tells me what to do.”
“That’s not true.” Her words are a little breathless. “Pierce tells you what to do.”
“Pierce tries to tell me what to do.” I lean in and take a bite, chewing as I hold her gaze. “I don’t always listen.”
Savannah’s lids droop a little as she wiggles in my lap. “Does he know that?”
I slide my hands down her thighs, over the soft fabric of her pajama pants. “I’m pretty confident he does.”
One of her hands moves down the center of my chest. “I think it’s good for him to have someone who doesn’t follow his every command.”
That has me chuckling. “I listen to him more than Heidi does.”
Savannah smiles. “I bet Elise doesn’t listen to him either.” Her lips quirk. “Now that I’m thinking about it, does anyone listen to Pierce?”
My phone starts to buzz in my pocket, and I have to fight the urge to chuck it against the wall when it sends Savannah shifting away from me so I can dig it out. I shut off the alarm I set as areminder for the video conference we’re set to have with the man of the hour to discuss what he wants in a property. “Our call with Pierce is in thirty minutes.”
Savannah blows out a breath as she gets off the bed. “I should probably get dressed then.” She goes to the closet and selects one of the dresses hanging there, carrying it into the bathroom before coming back to collect a few items from her suitcase. While she gets ready, I organize our breakfast, downing the rest of my coffee just as the bathroom door clicks open.
“Can you come help me?”
I round the corner to find her standing in the small hall where there’s a second sink, her dark hair swept to one side as she peeks at me over her shoulder. “Can you zip me up?”
My mouth goes dry at the peek of creamy skin and lacy bra taunting me. “Of course.” I step close, my body humming at the intimacy of the moment as I slowly glide the zipper up her spine. A few strands of her hair have worked loose, so I gently sweep them away, my fingers brushing her soft skin. It’s so silky. So warm. So fucking tempting.
Too tempting.
Leaning down, I brush my lips along the column of her neck. Savannah’s sharp inhale shoots straight to my dick, making it twitch in my pants. Her head tips to the side. It’s an offering.