“Oh, you made coffee.” I stretch my arms above my head as I yawn. The movement makes my already open robe a little more obvious, and what’s more obvious is the red lacy bra and thong I wear. He might be the seasoned quarterback, but clearly I’m on offense here.

Fitz passes me a mug before he fills his travel thermos. “Hope it’s not too strong. I lost track of how many scoops I put in.”

Scoops of coffee, I think to myself. He’s talking about scoops of coffee.

I leave the mug on the counter and lean forward. “That’s alright,” I blow on it. “I could use a little kick.”

Still nothing.

Fitz opens another cabinet and takes two protein bars out of a box. “Nick’s passing by. Have some paperwork for him I had to sign before I’m off to the facility.” He motions to a folder on the table. “Speaking of which, what about the marriage license and the court?”

“I can’t file it until thirty days after it was issued. Why? Are you planning to divorce me already?” I ask, rolling my eyes. “I mean, maybe you should. We already have a dead bedroom.”

He narrows his eyes. “A dead bedroom?”

“You know, when married couples don’t have sex.”

Fitz’s eyes lock on mine.

“Lack of intimacy is a real killer,” I tell him. “There’s no coming back from that.”

He puts down the protein bars. “Is that right?”

“I’m clearly more invested in this than you are,” I motion down. “This has gone pretty unnoticed.”

Fitz raises an eyebrow. There’s that tornado in his eyes. “Unnoticed?” He challenges from across the island.

The deepening of his voice makes me shiver. “Y-you haven’t touched me since that night.”

Biting his lip, Fitz rounds the island toward me. I turn under his stare so the marble presses into my lower back.

“I’d hardly call it unnoticed,” he says, arching over me. The movement forces me to lean back, and I slip, yelping when Fitz’s hand slides to my ass, keeping me upright and against him. I gasp when his hardness presses against to me. “I woke up like this.”

I bite my lip. “I want to touch you. I wanted to that night.”

I reach forward, lifting the hem of his shirt.

“You did,” he purrs. “Have you forgotten? I’m putty in your hands.”

I lean forward, smiling against his lips, dragging the smirk up his cheek and to his ear. “Then you should see what you’d be in my mouth.”

“Fuck.” Fitz slides his hands under the robe, and he groans when he kneads the nude flesh of my ass cheeks. “That’s why we need to wait.”

“Fitz,” I whine, knowing he’s going to end this. “Please.”