I woke up and immediately pinched myself to make sure last night wasn't a dream and had indeed happened. Even with Levi currently sleeping beside me it still didn't feel real.

It wasn't until I tried to move that I was hit with reality. Every muscle in my body ached. And yet, a smile still found its way onto my face, because it was pleasure that had caused this pain.

Smiling at the scrunchie in Levi's hair, I lightly grazed my fingertips over his cheek. Tracing his jawline, I leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Although he didn't move, a certain part of his body did. Blushing at his body's reaction to my kiss, I grinned and shook my head.

Even when sleep he's horny.

Needing to use the bathroom, I pulled away from him. Grabbing my wrist, I was yanked back into his chest.

Not this again.

"Levi, let me go. I have to pee."

"No." He grumbled, encasing me in his muscled arms like an octopus with its tentacles. "I want to cuddle."

"I know you do, but I have to pee and I wreak of sex, which means I'll need to shower as well."

"Just let me hold you for a minute longer."

Rolling my eyes and smiling, I stopped fighting and sunk into his arms. "Fine, but only for a minute."

****

"Levi!" I whined, having woken up three hours later. "Why didn't you wake me?"

He shrugged, watching me climb out of bed and scramble around the open room. "You looked so beautiful sleeping and I didn't want to disturb you."

I huffed, pouting at his adorableness. "How can I even be upset with you when you say cute stuff like that?"

My eyes raked over his bed hair and toned chest. I blushed when he tilted his head and grinned, flashing me with a set of gorgeous teeth. Him and his son have me wrapped around their finger and they know it.

"Ugh," I groaned in frustration. "Can you stop being so damn cute for once?"

"Get back in bed and I'll show you."

"Nice try, but I'm getting in the shower." Turning, I stopped to look back at him. "Alone," I added quickly, pointing at him.

"At least leave the door open so I can watch."

"No, you little pervert." Scurrying into the bathroom, I closed and locked the door so Levi couldn't get in.

As much as I'd love to continue our date, we have to get home to Declan. We've only been away from him for a day and I miss him so much.

When I was done using the bathroom and had finished with my shower, I put my damp hair up into a bun and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

I focused on my body, lightly touching where Levi's lips had marked me. Closing my eyes, I pictured the events of last night.

I could hardly get out of bed and every move I make hurts, especially in between my thighs. But I wouldn't change it for the world.

Blinking, I dropped my hands and left the bathroom at hearing the faint sound of my phone ringing.

Picking it up off the coffee table to answer it, the device was snatched out of my hand, Levi shaking his head.

"No phones."

"But it's Ivy," I told him, clutching my towel with one hand and trying to reach for my phone with the other.

"Your friend can wait." Just as he said that, his phone rang. We both looked at each other, then at the device, then back at each other.

We both dove for the ringing smart phone, which was on the bed where Levi had left it.

I squealed, giggling as we fought for the phone. Levi gained the upper hand being as he was bigger and stronger than I was.

Pinning me to the bed, he snatched the phone out of my hand and tossed both of our devices onto the couch.

"No phones," he repeated, breathing heavily.

"You're seriously going to ignore Everett? What if it's about Declan?"

I could tell he was itching to call his friend back, but to my surprise, still didn't budge. "Everett is going to have to wait." He kissed my neck, speaking between each gentle kiss and peeling the towel off my body. "Right now," he said, kissing down the length of my body, "I want you to behave for me, so I can focus on eating my morning breakfast."

My stomach rumbled at the mention of eating as I haven't had breakfast yet. As if on cue, there was a knock at the door and a voice declaring themselves as room service.

Levi cursed. "Don't move," he ordered, before getting up to go and answer the door in his underwear.

I could hear the woman on the other side of the door struggling to speak upon seeing Levi standing before her half naked.

"Your b-breakfast, s-sir."

"Thank you," Levi said, not seeming to notice his lack of attire was the cause of the flustered woman's inability to stop stuttering.

Hearing the door close, Levi returned with a cart of food. Removing the silver tray, he revealed two plates of pancakes, fruit, toast, and bacon.

Popping a strawberry into his mouth, he grabbed a couple more along with the can of whipped cream and got back into bed.

I knew what he was thinking as soon as he looked into my eyes. "No. Don't you even think about it. I just took a shower."

Placing the strawberry between his lips, he leaned in closely, motioning for me to take a bite. Being as I was hungry, I decided to indulge him.

Taking a bite, I moaned as the delicious fruity flavor exploded in my mouth. He proceeded to give me another and another until there were no more strawberries left.

Giving my lips a peck, he pried open my mouth with his thumb and sprayed whipped cream into my open mouth. Licking away at the residue at the corner of my mouth, he kissed me once more.

Breaking the kiss before I could really get a taste, he began to spray whipped cream on my nipples and on my inner thighs.

Gasping at the cool feeling, his warm tongue replaced the sudden cold sensation on my body.

Licking and sucking at my nipples, he groaned. "My beautiful, beautiful girl."

Arching my back, he proceeded to lick anywhere he could, his eyes attentive as he watched me squirm and moan in delight.

Pushing his head in between my legs, he didn't once break eye contact as he ravished my pussy with his tongue.

Twisting and turning, my eyes roll into the back of my head. His tongue dipped, swirled, and flicked, leaving me a sex crazed mess. "You taste so divine, babygirl."

Bucking my hips, I gripped the bed sheets and unraveled around him. He didn't lift his head until he had consumed what he worked so hard to attain.

I could taste myself on his lips as he kissed me. Humming in response, I wrapped my arms around his neck. Deepening the kiss, he explored my mouth with his tongue.

Wanting to further explore each other, our hands roamed each other's bodies. Snaking my fingers around his dick, I slowly stroked him, prompting him to moan in my mouth.

I retreated when the sound of our phones ringing blared throughout the room. Pulling away from his lips, I pushed on his chest.

"Maybe we should answer it. It could be important."

He sighed, knowing I was right. Getting out of bed, we grabbed our phones and answered our friends.

"Hello?" We both said in unison, aggravation laced in our sexually frustrated tones.

"Turn to the news channel!" Ivy frantically yelled into the receiver, practically blowing out my ear drum.

Levi must have received the same request I did, because he looked to the flat screen TV mounted on the wall just as I turned to the channel.

According to Mrs. Isaacs, the abuse was the reason she fled from her estranged husband, Levi Isaacs.

Levi and I both stared at the screen in shock as close-up pictures of a bruised and battered Natalie were displayed.

It only got worse when a video leaked by paparazzi showing Levi in the parking lot with his hands around Natalie's throat was played for the world to see.

In fear for her life, Mrs. Isaacs seeks to take her husband to court and gain full custody of their four year old son, Declan Isaacs.

Natalie is shown crying in an interview, playing the role of a domestically abused victim oh so perfectly.

"As you can see," she says, the audience believing her sob story, "my husband is not who you think he is." She starts crying even harder, her eyes puffy and her face red from all the forced tears she's shed. "Which is why I have to get my son away from him."

"And you will," the male interviewer says, sympathizing with the pathological liar that she is.

I look over at Levi, wondering what's going through his head. I can't read him at all. His facial expression is emotionless and detached. And I don't know if I should try and comfort him or not. I could tell him that everything will be alright and Natalie won't get away with this, but I don't know that.

So instead I say, "don't hold your emotions in, Levi. Whatever it is you're feeling, please just let it out."

Suddenly, he's throwing a lamp at the TV, the screen cracking and the light bulb shattering upon impact.

"What. The. Fuck!?"