11
Brax lifted his head from the pillow, squinting at the colorful wash of sky beyond Mia’s bedroom window. “Is that sun rising or setting?”
Mia nuzzled sleepily into his shoulder. “Setting. We haven’t lost so many hours that it’s tomorrow yet.”
“Full disclosure. Keeping you n***d in this bed at least until then is entirely my plan. Is that a problem for you?”
“Only if you don’t feed me. Orgasms require fuel.” Her stomach punctuated the statement by letting out a ferocious growl.
With a rumbling laugh, Brax rolled her beneath him. “Bet I can distract you from being hungry.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time you’ve tried that tactic. But in this case, we aren’t down to the last pack of ramen with no paycheck until the end of the week.” She poked him in the shoulder. “I require sustenance
