Page 98 of Fumble Into the End Zone
“Breakfast is ready,” I said.
Mia lifted her head and dropped it back on the pillow. Right before sunrise, my head landed between her legs. I was determined to make her scream and after she squealed, her head slammed against the pillow.
“Okay, baby,” she murmured as her locs laid across the pillow, wild and loose. I pulled back the lightweight comforter and slid my hand underneath, caressing her back.
“Ummm, those million-dollar hands are wonderful against my skin,” she said lowly.
After the third rub, I noticed she was drifting back to sleep. I ripped back the comforter and exposed her legs, making Mia squirm.
“Okay, baby,” she murmured.
I helped Mia to the bathroom and flipped on the shower. As she stepped into the shower, I went through the luggage in search of a particular sundress. Once my hands touched the green halter-top number, I placed it on the bed, hopeful she would catch the hint. A knock on the door pulled my attention. Maneuvering through the space, I opened the door for the private chef. I asked him to stall a bit so Mia could have fresh, hot food.
Twenty minutes later, Mia entered the kitchen in my suggested green dress with gold earrings and bangles. I whistled,and she giggled. She made flirting fun for me because she was naturally shy. Because of her profession, people assumed she was this bold and loud person, but she wasn’t. She did people better than me, but they still tired her out.
A bed of pink rose petals led the way to the island. A fruit spread along with pancakes, bacon, and eggs awaited Mia.
“Baby, this is beautiful, and the food looks delicious. I’m sorry it took so long. Is the food cold?” she asked.
“The chef just left three minutes ago. I knew you would be a late riser this morning,” I said.
She rolled my eyes as I approached the white marble overflow island and sat in the beige cloth chairs. I pulled back the stool and helped myself.
“Tell me what you want, and I will serve you,” I said, and she gushed.
“The works,” she said.
I loaded her plate while she sat back and observed.
“Your outfit is going to have you inside today,” she said.
This morning, I selected a white tee and cool blue loose-fitted shorts. She pointed to my dick and I peered down to see the print.
“I belong to Mia,” I said, and she slanted her head, making me chuckle.
Placing the plate in front of her, I leaned in for a kiss. After preparing my plate, I sat next to her and relaxed.
“We can go shopping or get a couples massage,” I suggested, but she gave me squinted eyes.
“Can we stay in and relax? The beach is at our fingertips. We have an amazing view, and I really don’t want to share you,” she said.
My chest swelled with pride as her sentence ended.
“I don’t want to share you, either,” I said, and she danced her shoulders.
After breakfast, we snuggled on the couch and listened to the sound of the ocean. I relaxed with my arm around her.
“Marcus, can we have an uncomfortable conversation?” she asked.
“You want to know about my mother,” I said.
My mother had been on Mia’s mind since the text messages. I could see the questions lined up in her eyes.
“What do you want to know?” I asked as she placed her hand on my chest.
“Why don’t you respond to her?” she asked.
“I’ve been asking myself the same question. I’m mad at her, but I can’t bring myself to block her. Sometimes, I get upset with myself for looking at her text messages.”
