On Saturday, Reed woke the luscious woman beside him as he’d done for most of the week. He kissed and suckled her neck, her t**s, and her belly. He loved how wet she got from him. And he especially loved waking up with Izzy by his side, in his bed.
He made breakfast while she got ready for work. Then they ate outside while the temperature was still mild. By noon in Dallas, the temperature could easily hit ninety.
He wrapped his arms around her, kissed her deeply, and sent her off to work. He cleaned up breakfast and the entire kitchen.
She had the lunch shift. She knew she didn’t need to work—he’d told her he would give her spending money. But she’d refused. She’d said she needed to make her own money, to make a contribution.
He couldn’t be more proud.
As he replayed the week, a smile
