“We need to get up and train, my love.”
I groan loudly, burying my face into the crook of his neck. Absolutely not.
He chuckles, clearly not taking me seriously—until he starts tickling me, fingers dancing down my sides until I yelp and wriggle.
“Caden!” I snap, smacking his arm. He just grins.
“But we’re on holidays,” I whine dramatically, straddling him in bed and pouting like a child. “Can we not just wait a few days?”
“Nope,” he says with zero remorse. “We need to stay sharp. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
I huff, giving him the most petulant look I can manage. Then, deliberately, I grind against him—slow and purposeful.
His breath catches.
“Are you sure,” I purr, “that we can’t just stay here… and have some more fun?”
I roll my hips again, and the hardness between my thighs responds
