Free The Truth of the Body (Templer Series) by Duka Dakarai Page B

weight of the tray. Damn, Logan can eat! Jenny, the housekeeper, offered to help me cook the breakfast but I stood my ground. I will look after my man.
    I kick the door open and clatter my way across the dimly lit room before dropping the loaded tray at the foot of the bed. He stirs, bleary eyed, and instantly raises an eyebrow. I pull the curtains to let in the light and bounce across the kiss his handsome sleepy face.
    He winces himself into a sitting position, first looking at me and then the breakfast tray. He throws me a lop-sided smile before speaking.
    “Please tell me Jenny cooked it, and not you, baby.” He groans, fisting his eyes awake.
    I lean into him cuffing the back of his head . I stand, frowning, with my hands on my hips. “What is wrong with my cooking?”
    He laughs, shifting out of my reach, avoiding another swipe of my hand. “Baby, you are talented in many ways…..in all the right ways” He smirks “But your cooking is worse than military rations…..I’m recovering here. Spare me please!”
    I march across to the end of the bed. I look down at the breakfast tray, lovingly prepared by my own fair hands. Yes, the scrambled eggs do look slightly overcooked ( why are you feeding the poor man loft insulation? Jake had said as I piled it on the plate ) and, yes, the bacon maybe should have come out of the grill sooner ( Is this bacon? Drew had laughed as a piece had shattered in his fingers ). I look at the sorry sight before dissolving into giggles.
    “I will get Jenny to knock you up something decent. But when I get back, Logan Grant, you had better make it up to me for that comment!” I mock scowl at him, heading out the door.
    “How?” He laughs, shouting after me.
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    We finish the last bites of the croissants, eggs and bacon that Jenny has expertly cooked. I place the breakfast tray on the dresser and take a slow walk towards my man. He watches me as I begin to disrobe layer by layer maintaining eye contact with him as I peel each item of clothing from my body.
    I reach across, flicking the lock on the door, before sliding myself up from the end of the bed very slowly inch by inch until I am straddling his thighs. I see his cock twitch and grow harder as I lick my lips still maintaining eye contact. I take his thumb and use it to circle my clit before stroking it through my folds. I lift it to my mouth and suck it long and slow. He groans deep in his throat. He tries to touch me but I bat him away shaking my head softly, smiling suggestively at him.
    I take both of his hands, interlock our fingers, as I work him stroking my breasts, using his fingers to tease and pull at each nipple. As they tighten to his touch, I sigh out a moan of pleasure. I smile as his pupils dilate with desire. Still interlocked with our hands, I slide his fingers down my body, reaching my sex. Taking one of his fingers and one of my own, I insert them into my sex, plunging in and out, repeating the action.
    “This is so fucking hot, Amber” He groans, rolling his head onto the bedstead. Taking his other hand, I use him to roll my clit between his fingers. I arch into his touch, increasing the intensity of the motion.
    I release his hands, taking his erection into my hand, gently fisting him while using the head to stroke my clit. His hips buck in pleasure, his mouth releasing moan after moan.
    As I feel the pull in my stomach, my thighs tightening and the build of my release drawing closer, I fist him quicker now before sinking onto him, pushing his cock full into me. I interlock my hands with his as I begin to ride his cock, rubbing my clit against his pubic mound.
    He is matching me pace for pace now as we thrust and grind together. I am close. “I love you inside me, Logan” I cry out as we lock eye contact.
    He groans deeper now, his eyes hooded and dark. “ Fuck, baby….I’m nearly there…..” He thrusts upwards increasing the pace as I grind harder against him as my release shatters through