I made us breakfast late the next morning with Rapunzel twining around our legs as if she’d never been fed, ever. I mean, her food and water were right there! Anyway, since Simms had another day of personal time away from the precinct and I had also taken a personal day, we decided to spend our day together.
He kept some clothes in my chest of drawers and was now wearing sweats and an old long-sleeved T-shirt that left nothing to the imagination. At the moment, he was behind me at the stove, biting my neck and basically making the best nuisance of himself that was possible.
“How am I supposed to cook when you’re latched onto me like a limpet?” I asked as I attempted to flip an omelet then stir the hash browns while he massaged my tummy and kneaded my c**k. It was a complaint in name only
