Page 20 of Naughty and Nice

Willow cut off any thought of a big turkey and what her plans would be. There would be a completely different approach on a Christmas morning to food with a big family. Careful planning. Hard work. And a delicious meal at the end of it, all of it homemade, within reason.

She was finishing up the eggs as arms wrapped around her waist.

“I thought I smelled something amazing cooking.” He pressed kisses to her neck and she let out a giggle.

“And it’s nearly ready. Are you? Have you been to the bathroom?”

“You are a little Mommy Hen, aren’t you?”

She chuckled but that soon turned into a moan as he kissed just the right spot on her neck that made her moan.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said. “I love it.”

The small growl made her pussy pulse. After all the sex they had yesterday, she thought she’d be able to keep control of her feelings, but no. She wanted more.

The breakfast would be ruined if they forgot about it now. Willow was tempted but at the same time his stomach growled and so did hers, interrupting the moment.

“I think it would be best if we eat first,” Rebel said.

“You’ve got that right.”

She finished serving them breakfast and Rebel had already taken them both coffees to the table, which she was thankful for. The first cup she had wasn’t enough for a morning cup.

Sitting opposite him, she couldn’t help but think about what he had done to her on this very table last night.

“I know what you’re thinking. That blush tells me all,” he said.

“It’s a good memory.” She grabbed a piece of scrambled eggs and popped it into her mouth.

“You know these are overcooked, right?”

“Only if I tried to serve them to a chef. To me, they are perfect and exactly how I like my eggs.”

She gave him a little glare and in return he laughed.

“You’re cute.”

She smiled, but it felt good. For a long time, she had been eating breakfast on her own, and now it felt good to finally have someone to eat breakfast with.

She couldn’t help but feel nervous, though. How could she allow herself to get used to this? Rebel was going to leave. This wasn’t forever. This was just a moment they were sharing with each other. Just sex.

They were not going to get forever. He had a club to go back to and she had … the bar.

Chapter Eight

After the filling breakfast, Rebel didn’t think he was going to eat again. It was a good one and he ate every morsel, but all he wanted to do after was curl up on the sofa with Willow, and that was exactly what he did. There was no sex.

They even got changed into clothes. Willow gave him a pair of her father’s old sweatpants, and she washed his shirt for him. Willow had on sweatpants as well.

She didn’t pin her hair back, and they sat together on the sofa, enjoying movies and each other, and he loved it. This was fucking freaky.

“Did you always imagine you would run the bar?”

“No. I had big dreams of doing something else,” she said.

“Like what?”

“Having my own business maybe, or doing something else. I don’t know. I guess I imagined being a wife and mother, and a career woman. I never imagined being back here, running my dad’s business.”