The girl, Bryn, offered little in the way of conversation but she could drink like a man and rumple the sheets with abandon. When he woke in the morning, she lay still asleep beside him, naked on her belly and gently snoring. He pushed himself up on an elbow and admired the waves of straw colored curls that spilled across her cheek and the curve of her back where it met the thick heart shaped pout of her ass. When he ran his fingers over her skin from shoulder to ankle she shivered and purred.
Rolling onto his back, he knit his hands together under his head and stared contently at the ceiling. A man could easily get used to a life like this, he thought. Growing fat and rich with an eager woman beside and beneath me. A man could do worse. But not today, he reminded himself, such dreams are for those who've earned...or taken them.
He rose up on his knees and turned to the girl to give her a quick sharp bite on the back of her thigh, hard enough to make her screech and throw her head up in surprise. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes wide and lip stuck out feigning hurt. “You were less a brute last night. Now by light of day, you're chewing on me like a savage. And don't try telling me there's nothing proper in your pantry. You had me fill it for, you remember?”
He grinned and rubbed at the pink welt left by his teeth. “You lie here like that and want to lecture me on my morning appetites? Frankly, the pantry's too far a walk. It may be wiser to stay here and see about filling your belly before we worry about my hunger.”
“Such generosity, my lord. A right treasure you are to put a lady's need ahead your own,” she said with a wide smile as she lifted her hips and opened her thighs. A man could do worse, he repeated silently. But he'd have a hell of a time doing better than this.
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