Heat curled low in her stomach at the closeness of him. She pressed a finger to his chest, teasing, almost daring. “Then maybe you should let me get dressed… or breakfast will be the last thing on our minds.”
His grin darkened, possessive and slow. “Breakfast? That ended a long time ago in my mind, love.”
Maya huffed a laugh, biting her lip as she leaned up to plant a quick, flustered kiss on his cheek. “Stop… let me go. Don’t you know? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day—we cannot skip it.”
Damien’s hand lingered at her waist for just a heartbeat longer, eyes dark with desire and ownership, before he finally let her slip away.
Ten minutes later, Maya stepped out of the walk-in closet, every movement purposeful, yet effortlessly commanding. She wore a black fitted T-shirt t
