Trixie padded into the small kitchen of her cozy apartment to make a cup of tea. The sun was peeking through the trees that lined the ravine behind her flat. She loved watching the early morning rays, flickering with mist, as they reached down through the foliage to warm the ground. The air was still cool and the smell of the dew on the grass was refreshing. Somewhere outside her kitchen window, something smelled incredibly fragrant and a nearby cardinal warbled its’ morning song. Trixie inhaled deeply as she waited for the water to boil for her tea. Hmmm...this morning is gorgeous. A perfect start to a day after a perfect night. Trixie smiled to herself as she poured hot water over the tea bag and then went out onto her small balcony. Sitting in a cushioned chair, Trixie tucked her feet underneath her and pulled her sheer robe a bit tighter. She sat contentedly in the chair, a faint smile gracing her lips, as she replayed the previous night over in her mind.

”If I could purr, I would be purring right now”, she whispered. Trixie continued to muse in her dreamy world when a male voice interrupted her thoughts.

”I hope that ‘Mona Lisa’ smile is for me,” he said.

Trixie looked over her shoulder at the man, clad only in a pair of rumpled boxer shorts, who stood in the doorway. A grin lit up her face as she looked at her guest.

“Totally for you,” she said as she got up, walked over, and molded herself into his arms.

“Last night was amazing,” he whispered in her ear. “For as long as I have waited for you, it was beyond anything I could have ever imagined.”

“Same for me,” Trixie whispered back.

“What should we do this morning,” he asked as he moved her tousled curls out of his way so he could nuzzle her neck. “Got any ideas?”

“More, more, and then more.” Trixie answered with a sexy grin.

“Mm hmm. But aren’t we due at the farm for a cookout later today?” he asked as he began unbuttoning Trixie’s robe.

“Some delays are worth it,” replied Trixie as the two wandered back to Trixie’s bedroom.

“Agreed, but we probably shouldn’t tell your brothers why we’re late,” he murmurred.

“Oh yeah, that’s a given,” chuckled Trixie as her robe slid off and puddled on the floor.