The morning sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, rousing Enna Clark from her sleep with a ticklish sensation on her neck. Assuming it was a mosquito, she groggily slapped the source of her annoyance.
"So noisy..."
A crisp smack echoed.
Enna jolted awake, looking straight into a pair of furious eyes. Blinking, she automatically ignored the faint handprint on the man's left cheek, and sheepishly greeted, "Baron Lawrence, good morning."
She was clearly feigning innocence, and Baron Lawrence gritted his teeth, glaring at her. Suddenly, he flipped over and pressed down on her, sealing her lips with his. In the early morning, his passionate tongue swept over every inch of her mouth, punishing her until her tongue went numb. He pressed his already heated body against hers, as if saying hello...
"Umm..." Enna, worried about his early morning desires getting the better of him, placed her hands on his chest.