“Belle,” he murmured. Fingers linked, he leads us to the kitchen. He insists I take a seat. I perch on a stool at the breakfast bar while he gets the wine.

He offers his hand to me. I take it without hesitation. His back is to me, long enough to pour two glasses of wine.

“Thiyall’are you know you’ve seen it,” he says, and turns to face me. The heat rises on my cheek. “I did, yes, but I didn’t want to bring it up in case you got uncomfortable,” I answer honestly.

He strolls over to me and hands one of the glasses to me.

“Does it bother you?”

I shake my head. “No, not at all. I think it is sweet.”

He takes a sip of his wine, his eyes on me as he does. “Only changed it recently.”

“When did you take it? I don’t remember you taking it.”

“A couple of weeks ago. We were out having drinks. I took it secretly. It is my favorite photo of you.”

I wonder if that is true. I assume his favorite would be one of the many sexy photos he has of me. Not a cute, natural one.

“Even more so than the naughty ones?”

“Yes, even more than them. It is natural and unexpected. It is perfect.” He smiles.

My cheeks continue to burn, and I break eye contact with him. I couldn’t look at him. He demands it.

I whimper and do as I am told. My head shoots up to make eye contact with him again.

“Why are you embarrassed!”

“Not embarrassed. It is unexpected.”

“There is more to me than you know, baby girl. You still have a lot to learn.”

He rests his hand on my clavicle and reaches over to kiss me. I smile into his lips. Wyatt pulls back, takes a sip of his wine, and goes to check the bath.

I take a sip of my wine. His swift gesture has inspired me. I switch my cell phone on and change my screensaver. I pick a photo of the two of us together. He is behind me with his arms around me. A wide smile on both our lips—it is one of my favorites. It’s one of the very few I have of him where he has his clothes on.

He tops up our glasses before we press back against him. Wyatt wraps his arms around my body.

Wyatt strips down and climbs into the tub. I follow seconds later and slip in, too. He kisses my bare shoulders, and I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation.

“But it meant we had a long, sleepless night ahead of us,” he says.

“Oh, I am sure we will find ways to tire ourselves out,” I say, tilting my head back and smirking up at him.

He smirks back, knowing exactly what I mean. “I am not a few hours in the playroom is the best way…”

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven – Seven hours - 2

My body hasn’t fully recovered from last night. It won’t stop me, though. I will never say no to a chance in the playroom. It is the perfect way to tire ourselves out. Our playtime is always fun. I think it is time to try something I haven’t yet. If he doesn’t tell me no because he thinks I am not ready for it…