Barry scraped eggs and bacon onto a plate, added a generous helping of toast, then handed it over without hesitation. "You're too good, honestly. Guy should be paying you overtime."
Zoe leaned in and kissed his cheek. "I love what I do."
She padded quietly up the stairs, the plate warm in her hands, her robe parting slightly with each step, brushing against her thighs like a secret. The morning air was soft and still, filtered with golden light -- but when she slipped into the guest room, the air changed. The scent lingered. s*x. Sweat. Salt. And something deeper. Something claimed.
Nate was sprawled across the sheets, one leg bent, the covers kicked down to his calves. He was completely bare, skin glowing in the morning light, his c**k resting long and heavy against his thigh -- not ha
