Adrienne
I woke up to the smell of coffee and something sweet. Marcus was already in my kitchen, wearing only his black boxer briefs, moving around like he owned the place.
I leaned against the doorway in my short silk robe, barely tied, watching him. “Well, good morning, Chef. You look way too comfortable in my kitchen.”
He turned around with a smirk, holding a spoon. “Morning, Adrienne. I made breakfast. And something for dessert first.”
I walked over slowly, letting my robe slip open just a little. “Dessert first? That’s my kind of man.”
Marcus’s eyes dropped to my cleavage, then back up to my face. “You walked in here looking like that and expect me to behave?”
I stopped right in front of him and ran my hands up his bare chest. “Who said I want you to behave?”
He dipped the spo
