The workbench was Morelli’s nickname for his bed.
“Do we need candles?” I asked him.
“Candles would be a distraction. Plus, I don’t have any.”
“This isn’t going to involve any kinky stuff, is it?”
“The only thing kinky is going to be you screaming for more.”
Oh boy.
CHAPTER TEN
IT WAS DAYLIGHT when I woke up. Morelli was next to me, still asleep. I looked under the sheets and checked myself out. Naked. Not noticeably different. Not yet a completely new woman. Although the pity sex had been outstanding.
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“Hey!” I said to Morelli. “Are you awake?”
Morelli half opened his eyes. “I am now.”
“I’m hungry.”
“And?”
“I think we should go out for breakfast. Pancakes and eggs and bacon and stuff.”
“Sure. But not now.”
“Why can’t we go now?”
“We can’t go now because you poked the bear.”
“I didn’t poke the bear.”
“You poked the bear awake. And you know how the bear always has this condition in the morning.”
“Just once, couldn’t the bear wake up and want waffles?”
“How could you possibly want waffles when you could have the bear?” Morelli asked. “I thought you had a good time with the bear last night.”
“Best pity sex ever,” I said.
“And I was right. You were screaming for more.”
“I wasn’t screaming.”
“You were begging.”
“Okay, maybe I was begging.”
I felt Morelli’s fingers walking a path from my navel to my hoo-ha.
“I don’t think I’ve got a lot left down there,” I said. “It needs to rest awhile longer.”
His fingers reached their goal.
“Are you sure it wants to rest?” Morelli asked.