Angelina
The blanket starts sliding down my body. I grab the edge to keep it over me and just barely open one eye. It’s still dark outside. There is another tug on the blanket, harder this time, and the cover slips from between my fingers.
“What time is it?” I mumble and bury my face in the pillow.
“Half past five,” Sergei whispers in my ear and places a kiss on my nape. “I need your help with something.”
“What?”
“This.”
I feel his body pressing into my side, his hard c**k nudging my hip, and smile. “We open at seven. If you want to be served, you’ll need to wait.”
“Oh, what a shame.” His lips move to the side of my neck. “I’ll have to help myself then.”
I tilt my head and crack open my eyes, watching him as he reaches for the drawer in the nightstand, and takes out the steak knife
