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He stops to stare at me, his gaze raking over my body before settling on my bare ass. “I’ve never met anyone like you. I’ve never wanted anyone this much.”
He can’t see my stunned reaction because his eyes are closed as he presses his hand to the center of his chest.
“I’ve never met anyone like you either,” I offer in a barely audible voice.
When his eyes open, they lock on mine. “Never forget me, Carrie.”
“Never,” I whisper. “Never forget me.”
He shakes his head. “I guarantee that won’t happen.”
The moment breaks when he drops a hand to his swollen cock.
I inch my ass up off the bed. “I’m ready.”
Huffing out a laugh, he opens the nightstand drawer again to grab another condom package. “So am I, beautiful. So am I.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Rook
I walk into my brother’s apartment after using the key he gave me months ago. I never asked for it, but when he dropped it in my palm, I happily took it. A week later, I found out that he was headed out of town and wanted me to water his plants.
I had handed that off to Maura because she has two green thumbs. By the time Milo was back in New York, the interior of the two-bedroom unit he bought for a steal last year rivaled a botanical garden.
Since then, he’s cut Maura a key, too, and they’ve worked out a barter system. She drops in here, usually with Kirby in tow, to water and trim the plants. In exchange, Milo keeps her tea cabinet fully stocked with the organic blends from faraway places she loves.
It’s a win-win for the two of them.
“You look relaxed. Did you get laid last night?” Milo whispers as I approach where he’s standing in his kitchen.
He’s wearing faded jeans and a T-shirt I know he got when he raided my closet. I admit I’m pissed to see how snug it is across his chest and biceps.
“Yeah, it’s your shirt,” he quips before I can respond to his question about my activities over the past twenty-four hours. “Let’s arm wrestle. Winner keeps it.”
“It’s yours.” I head around him to grab a mug out of the cupboard.
A pot of freshly brewed coffee is calling my name.
“Where’s my daughter?”
“Uncle Holden is with her in the playroom.” He picks up the coffee carafe and fills the mug in my hand.
“A playroom?” I ask with a perk of my left eyebrow.
He shrugs. “That’s what our girl calls the second bedroom. It’s just a bunch of toys she’s left here, and I dragged my old coffee table in there, so it’s her coloring station now.”
“Look at you trying to win uncle of the year,” I tease. “Why is Holden here?”
“Kirbs wanted to discuss dancing with the man.”He refills his mug. “Something about the two of them working on a routine for a recital.”
Nodding, I take a sip of the coffee. It’s welcomed. I took Carrie home via a rideshare just after two this morning. Once she was safely inside Declan and Abby’s apartment, I went for a drink before I headed to my apartment for a few hours of sleep.
I thought we might spend the night at the hotel, but after I fucked her from behind, I drifted off at some point. When I woke up, she was fully dressed, so I slid back into my suit, and we left.
“Who is she?” Milo prods. “Someone you connected with on my app?”
“No,” I answer succinctly. “Not from the app, and not your business.”
