[Warning: Slight mention of snu snu. But not snu snu!]

"Hey," she said as she went to his side of the bed and took his phone from his hand. "Too early for work."

She put the phone down on the nightstand and was pleased when he didn't stop her or protest. Instead of reaching for it, he reached out for her.

She grinned as she climbed into the bed with him.

Qingchen grabbed her, pulling her down to tuck her into his side as he yanked the covers back up over them. She was nestled against him as he turned towards her and rubbed everywhere he could reach.

He rubbed her back, her sides, her ass, her thighs…

And she melted into him.

"I like you in the morning," he whispered huskily.

"Just in the morning?" she asked with a raised brow.

His face was in her neck, kissing her warm. "I like you all the time, but especially in the morning. Maybe because we don't get to revel in it often enough."

"Don't get what?" she asked, confused still.

"Morning Qian Meng. Sleepy, warm, soft Qian Meng. So intoxicating."

She hid her smile. "Better than working out and going to work?" she prompted slyly.

"Much better." His lips stilled against her neck as his hands lay motionless against her body. He just held her and she was content with that.

They were making small talk until Mo Qingchen slipped his hand from her lower back and into her panties to cup her ass cheek. Qian Meng squirmed against him.

"You can take my panties off if you want," she offered with a coy smile.

He chuckled softly as her hand stroked him over his neck.

"I can?"

"Yeah." She grinned.

He sighed teasingly. "Thank god. I have just been waiting for the green light…"

Qian Meng laughed as he tugged her panties down her thighs, shifting and shimmying around to aid him in his quest. Her laughter faded as his fingers skimmed down the length of her legs, raising goosebumps. Just the act of him taking her panties off could make her wet.

That was how her body responded to his every move. She pulled one leg free and then the other, allowing him to ball the material up and toss it onto the floor. Then, his hand was back on her thigh, trailing upwards, making Qian Meng shudder.

"Open your legs."

She bent one knee, accommodating his hand. His fingers skimmed her folds lightly and she whimpered.

"It's so early in the morning and I already want you," she whimpered.

"I can feel that," he responded cockily.

Qian Meng bit her lip as one of his fingers dipped into her wetness.

"Hard and deep," she clarified with a hitch of her breath. His middle finger barely pushed into her as his thumb grazed her clit.

"So, you want to be fucked?"

"Yes…" she whimpered. "Do that thing when you are on your knees and you push my legs up."

She could see him grinning at her, and she knew that he knew what she was talking about. Her lip remained between her teeth as she watched him get up onto his knees and between her legs. Her breathing accelerated in anticipation.

"Like this?" he asked huskily as he hooked his arms behind her knees and started to push them towards her chest.

She nodded enthusiastically.

She scooted her butt down a little as she rolled her hips to get comfortable. Her legs parted a little more and she enjoyed the look of pure lust that came over Qingchen's face as his eyes trailed down her body and landed on her wet and swollen folds.

"You like to look at me, don't you?"

He groaned at her words but his eyes didn't leave her folds. She wasn't embarrassed by him looking. She really liked the way he looked at her in these moments.

"Fuck yes, I do. Baby…" He rubbed his hands over her thighs as his tongue peeked out to lick his lip. "So pink and perfect and ready for me."

"All yours," she told him as she scooted closer.

"Yeah?" His eyes shifted up to look at her face. "All mine?"

She nodded eagerly.

"Let me taste you then." She squealed as he dipped down and placed his head between her thighs. She stiffened for a moment before her whole body relaxed into his hands and lips.

- - - - -

Qian Meng looked at the proposal for the wedding shooting and smiled. It looked like something she wanted.

The crew had been decided and the sample videos had been shown too. The promotions short videos for the bridal line had also been filmed. There, in about a week, Qian Meng was supposed to get married.

She looked at the small box of invitation cards that she had ordered. There weren't too many. And she was determined to send each and every one personally.

Contrary to what she had thought, Mo Qingchen ended up having business associates who seemed closer to friends than he would care to admit. She had seen their pictures and was sure that these people were part of a diverse boy band or something like that.

Then there was Mo Qingchen's immediate family. Qingchen had grumbled about inviting his father.

"He is going to ruin my big day. I can't let that happen," he said slowly as he gave her a critical look. He looked down at the invitation card and smirked.

"You really went all out to get the invitation on such short notice."

Qian Meng shrugged. "It was a small amount, so I had to plead with the printing company to make an exception," she admitted.

"You're abusing your power as the CEO," Qingchen teased. "Who lets their employees manage and take care of all the wedding planning?" he scoffed.

Qian Meng rolled her eyes. "I am going to profit out of my wedding. I picked out everything with you. It's according to our aesthetics and wishes. So, it's not abuse of power." She smirked. "Also, husband… don't change the topic."