Lucy winced slightly as she rolled onto her back and attempted to stretch out her muscles. Her catnap after their early morning labors must have stiffened them. Theo’s instincts took on a protective nature as he thought about how depleted her body must be feeling by now. He yearned to bring her every pleasure and comfort he could. Today, she was still his.
He mindlinked the kitchen staff to bring up a full breakfast, including what he recalled to be Lucy’s favorite breakfast; warm strawberry jam and fresh whipped cream heaped on top of Belgian waffles and, of course, a lot of bacon. Then he eased himself out of her arms, out of bed, and into the bathroom. He chuckled as Lucy cursed his disappearance. When he felt he had achieved the perfect mixture of steam and bubbles, he re-entered the
