Chapter 27 Two Days.

Chapter 27: 27 Two Days.

Around 9 AM the next day, sunlight leaked through the blinds to catch me in the act of flipping french toast.

The kitchen smelled like cinnamon and vanilla had gotten into a fight with bacon and somehow everyone won.

I’d already whipped up a café au lait exactly how Elsa liked it—coffee cut with hot milk, some sugar, and a drizzle of honey.

My brain kept rewinding to last night’s bath-time episode. I felt like I’d won the lottery.

Elsa was basically a supermodel who’d wandered out of a fantasy novel and decided I was her destiny-daddy. The other part of me wondered if I was speedrunning myself into disaster.

"Two days," I muttered, sliding the last piece of french toast onto a plate. "I’ve known her for two days and I’m already..."

But I didn’t know how to finish that sentence. Already what? Falling for her? Acting like her personal butler with benefits? Both seemed equally ridiculous and equally true.

I wasn’t naive enough to think this was normal. But I also couldn’t pretend the way she’d gotten under my skin wasn’t real.

Her ridiculous demands, her moments of unexpected vulnerability, even her ability to masterfully pout in situations where pouting was far from necessary—it all just worked on me somehow.

"Roll with it, Coleman," I told myself, loading up the breakfast tray. "Not like the universe is giving you many options not to."

I balanced the tray up the stairs to the guest room. The door was cracked open, so I nudged it wider with my foot.

"Breakfast is—" The words died in my throat like they’d been brutally shot to death.

Elsa was sprawled across the bed completely naked, last night’s towel on the floor in no position to cover anything.

She stretched when she saw me, arms reaching above her head in a move that pushed her breasts skyward. Her pale nipples went from zero to attention instantly—at first sight of little ol’ me.

Then—because apparently my blood pressure wasn’t high enough—she spread her legs wide and raised her knees, giving me the kind of view that would make a gynecologist offer a hearty thumbs up.

I had to rebalance the tray in my hands as my eyes locked onto the logical place for them to go.

All this for the pretense of a morning stretch.

My jaw hung open stupidly as I took it all in, unable to muster any words. Thankfully, she wasn’t so tongue-tied.

"Good morning, Sir Grey," she purred, making zero effort to cover anything.

"M-morning," I croaked.

She arched a perfect eyebrow and nodded at what I carried in. "Is that for me?"

"Yeah," I managed. "French toast, bacon, eggs, café au lait."

She made a happy sound and finally—mercifully—sat up, patting the bed beside her. "Bring it here, please."

I approached like the bed was a bomb that needed defusing.

The moment I set the tray down, she yanked me down and kissed me like she was attempting to steal my soul through my mouth.

Well, okay then, I thought dizzily as her tongue had its fucking way with mine. Not that I was complaining.

When we broke apart, my brain rebooted enough to notice something. "Your breath doesn’t stink," I blurted, immediately wanting to punch myself.

She laughed, making her breasts do wonderful things. "Basic elven magic, not even a System blessing. No morning breath, no body odor. Instant purification."

"Must be nice," I said weakly. I wondered if she could use more of her cleansing magic on me, but I liked my showers, so I didn’t bother to ask for the moment.

"Enough talking," she declared, climbing into my lap completely nude. Her ass pressed against my rapidly awakening cock as she wound her arms around my neck for Tonsil War Two.

My hands found her waist automatically, thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts. "Mmmm..." She moaned into my mouth, squirming in ways that would soon have me acting unwise if this kept up.

Some fragment of responsibility surfaced in my sex-addled brain. "Food’s getting cold," I managed between kisses.

After her mentioning how little she trusted her self-control before we went to bed last night, I was getting a front row view of just how fair an assessment that seemed to be.

She pouted but nodded. "I suppose sustenance is required for the day’s activities." She adjusted in my lap, grabbing the tray. "Brush my hair while I eat? It’s all tangled from sleep."

The request caught me off guard—but the idea of brushing her hair while she sat naked in my lap eating breakfast fired neurons in my brain I didn’t know existed.

"Sure," I heard myself say. "Let me grab a brush."

I lifted her nearly weightless body off my lap and retrieved a brush from the bathroom.

When I returned, she’d positioned herself with the tray across her lap, scooting forward to make room behind her.

I settled against the headboard, and she nestled between my legs, her bare ass pressing against my denim-covered predicament.

As I started working the brush through her golden locks, she took her first bite of french toast.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned with a sound belonging in a very different context. "Oh gods, Grey... this is... unnnngh... divine!"

I almost choked on my freaking tongue. "Glad you like it," I managed.

Each bite produced increasingly pornographic sounds. The bacon earned a high-pitched "Ahhhh!" that dissolved into something that would’ve gotten us banned from restaurants.

The eggs triggered a series of "Oh! Oh! OH!" that peaked with a throaty "Yessss!"

I was starting to suspect this was on purpose.

By the time she finished, my jeans were not feeling so comfy anymore, but I had to admit there was something deeply satisfying about taking care of her like this.

Her hair felt like liquid silk, and the contented purrs she made as I worked out the tangles were almost as good as her food-gasms.

When breakfast was done, she set the tray aside and snuggled back against my chest. Was this my life now? Would I ever get anything done ever again?

"You should get dressed," I suggested, sounding a bit more desperate than I meant to. "We can figure out plans for the day."

She twisted to face me, looking immediately offended. "Why should I wear clothes now that you’ve already seen and touched everything? It’s insulting! Are you ashamed of my body?!"