“That was your good-morning orgasm,” he said. “Here’s your smile.”

He offered her that perfect knockout smile of his, and she melted into the sheets, her heart throbbing in appreciation of his gorgeousness. How wonderful would it be to wake up to that every morning?

“Where’s my smile?” he asked, green eyes twinkling with amusement.

She grinned at him.

“There it is.”

She wondered if he was always so chipper in the morning. She was willing to sacrifice all her time and attention to find out.

“You drool in your sleep,” he said.

Her mouth dropped open in indignation. “I do not!”

“You do. And you snore like…” He made a series of noises that sounded like a rusty chain saw.

She grabbed a pillow and smacked him in the head with it.

“Oh, she wants to fight this morning,” he said.

He grabbed both of her wrists in a vice-like grip and penned them to the bed on either side of her head. Being held down sent her pulse racing. He wouldn’t hurt her, would he? Would she mind if he did? Gabe scooted down her body and blew a loud, rude-sounding raspberry on her chest. She giggled at the strange sensation vibrating through her breast.

“Boobies!” he cried gleefully and blew more raspberries on what he obviously considered his morning entertainment.

She squirmed, trying to release her hands from his grip so she could defend her br**sts from his tickling assault. He was relentless.

“What have you been eating, woman? Beans and broccoli?” He blew more raspberries. “Dear God, you should warn a fella.”

She was soon laughing so hard, her stomach ached.

“Gabe!” she yelled. “I can’t breathe.”

“If you can talk, you can breathe,” he said.

She bucked her hips, trying to throw him off. She couldn’t take much more. He caught her nipple in his mouth and she went boneless as pleasure spiked through her breast.

“Mmm, boobies,” he murmured in his most sultry voice.

Melanie snorted with laughter.

“Are you laughing at me, woman?” he asked and lifted his head to steal her breath with his smile. Honestly, the man should do toothpaste commercials.

Melanie pursed her lips and shook her head with as much seriousness as she could muster.

“Then I must be doing something wrong,” he said and blew a raspberry on her throat.

She squealed and scrunched her neck. “Don’t I owe you an orgasm?” she asked, hoping to distract him from his evil plan to make her laugh herself to death.

“Now that you mention it…” He leaped from the bed as if it was on fire. “Stay there.”

“I’m not talented enough to make you come at a distance,” she said.

“You’ve been making me come from hundreds of miles away all week,” he said.

“You’ve been making yourself come, you mean.”

“Trust me; you deserve most of the credit.” He continued across the room toward the far corner. “I want to try something on you. Are you game?”

She knew what the guy liked to try—devices he’d invented to make a woman shatter in bliss. “But it’s your turn to feel good.”

“This one makes us both feel good,” he said.

She couldn’t deny that she was interested. Dr. Kink E. Inventor had a mind as wicked as his body. “Then I’m game.”

Gabe rummaged through an armoire that stood near a pair of doors that led outside. “What kind of lube do you prefer?” he asked.

She was supposed to have a preference? “I’ve never really tried different types of lube. What do you suggest?”

“I have something I think you’ll enjoy.”

She giggled, thinking this conversation sounded like they were deciding on the wine to go with their meal. “Is it the house lube?” she said in a snooty accent.

“House lube?” He obviously didn’t get her joke.

“Like a house wine.”

“No, baby. It’s vintage.”

“As long as it’s not past its expiration date.”

“Only the best for my woman’s pu**y.”

“Oh,” she said, liking that he’d called her his woman, but confused by where he wanted to put the lube. “I thought lube was for the um…” She flushed despite herself. “Well, um, I mean, for the, uh, rear entrance.”

He glanced over his shoulder at her and grinned. “Do you want some backdoor action?”

“I liked that thing you used the last time we were together. Remember?” The feel of that large bead popping in and out of her ass with each thrust of his c**k into her pu**y had driven her insane. In a good way.

“I left that one on the tour bus,” he said.

“Oh,” she said, trying to hide her disappointment.

“But I have other things.”

Of course he did.

He found whatever he was looking for and returned to the side of the bed. She tried to see what he had in his hand but before she could get a good look at it, he flipped her onto her stomach and crawled up on the bed with her. She rolled onto her side and stared at him.

“On your belly,” he said.

“But I want to watch what you’re doing.”

“Nope. On your belly.”

Before she could protest again, he pulled her arm out from under her and she found herself face down again.

Gabe’s hands spread her legs wide, and he leaned over her to nibble and suck on her ass cheeks while he fiddled with something between her thighs. She gave up trying to figure out what he was going to do and closed her eyes, concentrating on the involuntary tightening of her ass each time he nipped her bu**ocks. She was starting to feel very needy back there and hoped he put her out of her misery soon.

Unfortunately, he ignored her ass. But fortunately, his slippery fingers massaged her pu**y, dipped inside and out again, several times, as he added lube and more lube. She felt wetter inside than she ever had. And definitely warmer.

“Is that the lube making me so hot down there?” she asked.

“You’re always hot down here,” he teased, sliding long fingers in and out of her body. The more friction he created, the hotter the lube got. He continued to pleasure her with deep thrusts of his fingers and then used his other hand to squirt something on her ass. He rubbed the slippery substance over her back entrance and when the tip of his finger slipped inside, she jerked in surprise. She still wasn’t accustomed to being touched there, but she did like it. As he added more lubricant, his finger slipped a bit deeper. The two fingers still thrusting into her pu**y felt fiery. The one in her ass was surprisingly cool. She decided he was using two different lubes, and she would have thanked him if she could remember how to produce sounds other than moans.