“Is what going to be a habit? My being up early enough to see you off to work?” I raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t count on it, baby. I don’t do mornings.”
He leaned across the bar, wrapping his hand around my neck, and pulled me into him. “Oh, I know you don’t. You’re a little night owl. Do you know how exhausted I am?”
“Perhaps you should reconsider changing your schedule. A ten a.m. start may be more fitting for your current lifestyle.”
“The lifestyle in which I take you to our bed every night and fuck you until you see black?”
A spark of red-hot lust shot through my pussy, dissipating into a heavy ache at his words. “Or we could go with the one in which I flip you onto your back and fuck you until you see black—like I did last night.”
A growl rumbled deep in George’s throat. “Are you trying to send
