His words were light and simple, so why did it sound like a groan to her ears and why did her n*****s immediately grow hard at his smile?
She saw his eyes dip to her chest; she knew her n*****s were visible through the transparent red lingerie she was wearing. Recently, she had been dressing provocatively to bed, trying to seduce him.
A flash of blue crossed his irises and he shook his head as if to clear it.
There went her hope for a passionate morning of lovemaking. How long could she continue to endure this?
"Wayne?" She asked gently.
"Yes, my kitten," he answered.
He had begun calling her that endearment word ever since she woke up. Somehow, the nickname had started to grow on her.
"Do you…" she started to ask but trailed off. Too embarrassed to ask if he found her attractive or
