OBSESSED

38

LEAH

The aroma of greasy bacon propelled me out of hibernation.

I sat up in a confused stupor, wondering who was cooking bacon in my house, before the soreness in my thighs reminded me.

Ah, yes. Jarrod and I fucked last night.

I remembered some of the more intimate moments from the night before and felt my battered lady bits get wet again.

Unbelievable.

Jarrod wasn't even officially my boyfriend but I continued to hand myself over to him on a silver platter.

Danny didn't see my pussy until we'd been official for like two months. I had always assumed that I was just shy because he'd been my first.

One charming night after only knowing Jarrod as my doctor and I'd spread my legs for him. What was it about him that drove me so crazy?

Yawning, I pushed the covers off my snug body and rubbed my palms over my naked body. My muscles protested with each subtle shift. I pinched at my belly flab.

Jarrod liked my body—obviously—but I still had my doubts. There was always a chance he'd get bored and go off to find something better.

At least it seemed I wouldn't have to worry about his ex.

The bacon smell reminded me that he was not only here, that he not only ravaged this body a few hours ago, but he was in my kitchen making breakfast.

This man better not try to run out on me.

I slipped out of the sheets and shivered at the cool air. After shrugging on my kimono, I tiptoed to the bathroom to freshen up. My reflection startled me.

My hair stuck up in a thousand wild spikes with rat nest at the base of my neck. I sprayed it with some moisturizing detangler and worked the knots out, fighting off tears.

When I was done, I tied it in a loose bun and scrubbed the traces of sleep from my mouth and face. I moisturized and decided against makeup.

Jarrod had been me in sweats without makeup a few times now and I honestly didn't think he'd run away because I wasn't wearing mascara.

As I crept out to the kitchen, hoping to surprise Jarrod, I was rewarded with a little surprise myself.

Jarrod stood at the stove with his back to me. He was completely naked except for my red plaid apron that was much too small on him.

Oh, was he a sight to behold for my lusty eyes.

Smirking, I snuck up behind him and smacked him hard across the ass. He jumped.

"Fuck!" His eyes locked with mine and he chuckled. "Jesus, Leah. I'm trying to do something nice and I get smacked."

I grinned and hugged him around his hard middle. My fingers felt their way up his abs to his defined pecs. I moaned.

"Who set this sexy man loose in my house?" I lamented. "How shall I ever return this gift?"

Smirking, he turned around and brushed a kiss to my forehead. The hand not holding a spatula ran down the seam of my kimono.