The next morning, I wake up, frightened, to an empty room.

Where is Ashley?

I quickly run down the stairs, panicked, and feel slightly foolish when I find Ashley downstairs making breakfast.

“Sorry. I was meaning to go back upstairs before you…” she stops mid-sentence, gazing at my unclothed body. Her mouth drops open slightly and she licks her lips.

“See something you like?” I ask, playfully wiggling my ass.

She nods before adding, “You better put some clothes on before I pounce on you, Spence.”

I quirk my eyebrows, then take a step closer to her. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” she growls, throwing down her spatula.

She wastes no time sitting me on top of the island and spreading my legs. Inhaling her food, she moans then immediately attacks her meal. By the time she takes my clit into her mouth, I’m practically humping her face.

”Ashley, Ashley, Ashley,” I chant over and over as my orgasm washes over me. She proceeds to clean me up, and then places a small kiss on my lips, letting me taste myself.

“I warned you,” she smiles, turning back to the food to continue its preparation.

I go shower and afterwards change into a wife beater and boy shorts. When I return, Ashley has a piping hot plate of breakfast on the table waiting for me: bacon, eggs, biscuits, Cheerios, and apple juice.

“Wow, this looks great!” I exclaim. “But where is your food?”

“I already ate.”

I smirk at the double meaning.

“Did you want anything else?”

“Um, actually, do you have any orange juice?”

“No, I don’t drink it.”

“Why not?” I inquire.

“Because OJ will kill you,” she states matter-of-factly.

I nearly choke on my food as I erupt in laughter.

“Here, I have orange juice,” she chuckles, pouring me a glass, then pouring a glass for herself.

I thank her before taking a long sip, thinking of what to say.

“You made last evening so special for me.” Then I add with a blush, “Last night was amazing, too.”

“So you’re okay with everything that happened with us last night… and this morning?”