Chapters (108)
- Dedication
- 1. Declan
- Declan
- 2. Hannah
- Hannah
- 3. Hannah
- Hannah
- 4. Hannah
- Hannah
- 5. Declan
- Declan
- 6. Hannah
- Hannah
- 7. Declan
- Declan
- 8. Declan
- Declan
- 9. Hannah
- Hannah
- 10. Declan
- Declan
- 11. Hannah
- Hannah
- 12. Declan
- Declan
- 13. Hannah
- Hannah
- 14. Declan
- Declan
- 15. Hannah
- Hannah
- 16. Hannah
- Hannah
- 17. Declan
- Declan
- 18. Hannah
- Hannah
- 19. Hannah
- Hannah
- 20. Hannah
- Hannah
- 21. Declan
- Declan
- 22. Hannah
- Hannah
- 23. Declan
- Declan
- 24. Hannah
- Hannah
- 25. Declan
- Declan
- 26. Hannah
- Hannah
- 27. Declan
- Declan
- 28. Hannah
- Hannah
- 29. Declan
- Declan
- 30. Hannah
- Hannah
- 31. Declan
- Declan
- 32. Hannah
- Hannah
- 33. Hannah
- Hannah
- 34. Declan
- Declan
- 35. Hannah
- Hannah
- 36. Declan
- Declan
- 37. Hannah
- Hannah
- 38. Declan
- Declan
- 39. Hannah
- Hannah
- 40. Declan
- Declan
- 41. Hannah
- Hannah
- 42. Declan
- Declan
- 43. Hannah
- Hannah
- 44. Declan
- Declan
- 45. Hannah
- Hannah
- 46. Hannah
- Hannah
- 47. Declan
- Declan
- 48. Hannah
- Hannah
- 49. Declan
- Declan
- 50. Hannah
- Hannah
- 51. Declan
- Declan
- Epilogue
- Hannah
- Epilogue Two
- Grant
- Books by Nikki Lawson
With a satisfied grin that radiates pure male pride, he rolls me over and spanks me once, then gets out of bed to grab a warm, wet towel that he uses to clean me up.
“Don’t move,” he says as he tosses the towel into the laundry basket. “I have another surprise.”
Probably because I woke up on the verge of an orgasm, I didn’t notice it until now, but it smells like he’s been cooking. He disappears for a few moments, and I hear him rummaging around in the kitchen before he returns carrying a bed tray loaded with a freshly cooked breakfast.
I sit up as he sets the tray down on the bed over my legs, and he kisses my forehead. “You’re going to need your energy. We’ve got a full day ahead of us.”
“We do?” I ask as I pick up a fork and spear some of the steaming scrambled eggs he made for me.
“Yup. We’re starting with some yoga, but I don’t want to spoil the rest of the surprise. So eat up.”
Unsurprisingly, the food is delicious, so I have no problem stocking up on it for whatever he has in store for me.
We get cleaned up after breakfast, and Declan takes me to a park I haven’t visited before. The sun is still high in the sky, and there’s barely a cloud to be seen, just endless bright blue. It’s a beautiful day, a perfect one to do some yoga in the morning rays with the mountains watching in the distance like they’re reaching for the sun with us.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that. I’m trying,” Declan says as he settles into reverse warrior pose and wobbles a bit. For someone who’s so coordinated on the ice, he’s kind of a mess on the ground, but I guess that’s why he gets paid to play hockey instead of doing yoga. He’s gotten a lot better since our first session though, and I love how dedicated he is to improving.
I smile at him and give him some pointers on how to stabilize his pose a little better, but judging from the redness on his face as he tries to hold it, it’s still a struggle. I tap his abs, and he jumps and almost falls over.
“You’ve got to engage your core more, especially for a pose like this. That’s where all your balance comes from. Here, watch,” I tell him and get into the pose properly with my core muscles engaged and holding everything together.
“You make it look so easy. Can’t I just sit and watch you instead since you’re the professional?”
“You could, but unfortunately, you aren’t going to burn any calories that way.”