Let Me Go My Mafia Husband (Aria and Alessandro) novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465 Eating Out In The Morning
Logan's POV.

I woke up and glanced at Mia, who was peacefully sleeping in my arms. It was a serene and beautiful morning, and I couldn't help but cherish the moment. Carefully, I extended my arm and picked up the landline to order breakfast. She must have been hungry after the intense activities we engaged in last night. We had kept each other awake, indulging in each other's company until exhaustion finally overtook us, and we drifted off to sleep.

As she stirred in my embrace, her blue eyes slowly fluttered open, and she gazed up at me.

"Good morning, beautiful," I greeted her, gently caressing her cheeks with the pad of my thumb.

A smile adorned her face as she replied, "Good morning." Curiosity struck her, and she inquired, "What time is it?"

"It's 8 in the morning," I answered.

"Oh God! You have an afternoon meeting. You'll be late," she panicked, attempting to rise from the bed.

"Relax, don't worry. I've already taken care of everything. They'll be coming to meet us at the hotel," I reassured her, pulling her back down onto the bed.

"Are you sure this won't cause any problems?" she asked, furrowing her brow in concern.

To silence her worries, I captured her lips in a long and passionate kiss, delving deep into the embrace. Gradually, I moved up, still lingering over her, our connection palpable.

"You talk too much, sugar," I said, locking eyes with her.

A knock on the door interrupted us, and I scowled at the thought of leaving Mia in bed. With an exasperated exhale, I rose and strode toward the door. Opening it, I found our breakfast had arrived. Motioning for the delivery person to bring it inside, I placed it near the hall. I already knew what I

wanted for breakfast. I handed him some bills as a tip and sent him on his way before locking the door.

Returning to the room, I noticed that Mia had left the bed and was now standing near the window. "Who was at the door?" she asked, curiosity in her eyes.

"Breakfast," I replied, grinning from ear to ear. I couldn't contain my excitement because I was about to indulge in my favorite morning meal.

"You must be hungry, baby." I gestured for her to join me on the couch where our breakfast was laid out on the table.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed, taking a seat on the couch. I served her favorite sweet potato fritters, bacon, and eggs, placing them in front of her.

She looked at me quizzically and asked, "Where's your plate?"

I bit my lip before responding, my voice low and heavy with desire. "This morning, I crave something else."

Confusion clouded her face as she furrowed her brow. "What do you mean?" she inquired.

"I mean, you enjoy your breakfast, and..." I trailed off, grabbing her legs and gently parting them.

"I will eat you."