Ares’s deep voice was next to her ear. “Did you sleep well, darling?” he asked softly. His hand was moving up and down her side slowly. “Because if you did, and are now well rested, I have this amazing thought on getting you all charged up for the day.” Ava stretched in the bed and smiled up at him. “I slept amazingly well. I had this warm man at my side that didn’t let go of me once. It was the perfect sleep.” Rubbing her cheek to his shoulder, she then pulled back and asked, “What do you have planned for us, Ares?” “Well,” he smiled slowly. “I was thinking I’d ravish you and then feed you some breakfast. I was thinking some beignets and espresso in Paris, or we could head to the States for scrambled eggs and bacon, or I could go out and grab some stuff and cook for you.” “I think we should go for beignets and espresso. I’ve not made it to Paris yet, so it would be lovely. I also think we should go without being seen by the rest of the world. You should make love with me on the top of the Eiffel Tower, what do you think of that?”
