“Not an anytime-of-the-day person if you call me a name I want to vomit over.” She lifts her head up, and this is the Harper I want in my life. Completely stripped of all her perfection she thinks she needs. Hair messed up and little crinkles on her face from where she was a dead weight on my chest hair. Eyes not hidden by makeup but just glistening in the natural morning light that is coming in through the window.

“Oh, come on, I thought that was a good one.” I lift her chin with my finger so I can kiss her.

“No, no kiss. Morning breath.” She tries to pull away, but there is no way that’s happening.

“Harper, you had my dick halfway down your throat last night, and should we discuss where my tongue has been? Shut up and kiss me.” And the smile that spreads over her face pulls at me.

I’m gone over this woman. There is no going back from here.

“You’re gross, you know that?” she grumbles, leaning back up toward me.

“Yep.” Taking her lips with mine, I remind her of what she will get every morning for the rest of her life if she will just let me in.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I whisper as I pull away slightly to see the reaction in her eyes. The window to her soul.

“Morning.” She kisses me quickly again and then giggles to herself as she starts to push up out of bed, I’m guessing to use the bathroom.

As I watch her sexy naked body walk away from me toward the ensuite, she looks over shoulder, her black hair hanging down her back.

“And I thought we decided on goddess,” she sasses, before winking and turning away.

“Yes. We. Did.” I can feel my cock getting hard again as her perfectly tight little ass sways away from me.

Oh yeah, that’s exactly how I want to wake up in the morning. Seeing my goddess in my bedroom like she belongs here.

The door opens, and she’s standing there with my robe wrapped around her.

“What’s that?” I point to what she’s wearing.

“My protection to make it out of this room, before I end up back in that bed.” She sidesteps toward the bedroom door, not bothering to pick up her pajamas off the floor.

“Oh, you want me to chase you? Yeah, I’m good at this game, been doing it all week already.” Throwing the covers back, I run after her as she takes off across the hallway, screaming like a girl.

“No, I’m showering, I’ll meet you for breakfast.” The door slams shut, and I hear the thud of her leaning against it.

“I’ve heard I’m good in a shower,” I call through the door.