Sunday — January 20
Blessed.
That's how Katherine felt at seven in the morning as she watched Damien come out from the bathroom fully naked in his majestic form. The muscles in his abdomen flexed when he bent down to pick up his boxer briefs on the floor and tossed it into the hamper. He crossed the distance from the bathroom to the bed in confidence, a smirk forming on his lips when he noticed her ogling at him.
He was still semi-hard from their early morning 'big meeting', but he sauntered towards the bed back to her like he was hungry for another round. She bit her bottom lip, betting she could make him hard in no time. Her thoughts were filled with nothing but Damien.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" he asked as he crawled and slid under the covers next to her.
"Like what?" Katherine smiled, trying to act nonchalant, but she couldn't help herself, a blush creeping up her cheek.
