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She tossed her hair, making me smile. “For all I know, you could enjoy a good soak.”

I took a long drink of my coffee, eyeing her. She wore my shirt, the long sleeves rolled up, the bottom coming halfway down her thighs. Her hair was damp, curling softly around her face in long waves. In the morning light, free of makeup or proper clothes, she was effortlessly sexy. Pretty. I liked her. A lot.

“I do like a good soak,” I drawled. “Namely, my cock bathed in your hot pussy. But other than that, I’m a shower guy.”

Her cheeks flamed, and I had to chuckle. She tried to divert the conversation, pointing out the pluses of my gas stove.

I poured another coffee and let her ramble.

Used to the silence of my own company, I found myself enjoying it.

“You ripped my blouse,” Cherry said, her voice prim.

“Wear the shirt you have on now,” I replied, not at all put out. “I like how it looks on you.”

“I liked that blouse.”

“I’ll buy you another one. It was in the way of your skin.”

She made an exasperated sound. “Hannah will notice.”

I had to laugh. “Hannah has already figured it out, Cherry G. She knows her momma was up to no good all night. The two of you can probably share notes.”

Her indignant sigh said it all.

“Chase invited us to join them. You want to do that or head back to bed?” I appraised her in a long, slow glance. “I know what I’d prefer.”

She slid off the stool, crossing her arms. “I want to see my daughter, then I’m heading back to Toronto.”

I sidled over, standing in front of her. “You want me to follow, baby?”

“Follow?”

“I can come back with you. Spend the evening. The night. You can show me all the great things about your place.”

She blinked. “You-you want to come with me? You’re not tired of me?”

I shook my head, looping my arms around her waist. “I doubt that is ever gonna happen. Certainly not now. Not today. I can’t get enough of you.”

All her tension melted, her body conforming itself to mine. Her eyes grew softer, filling with an emotion I couldn’t identify, but I liked. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “Really?”

I lowered my head, my lips ghosting over hers. “Really.”

She yanked me close, licking at my mouth. “Then, yes.”

CHAPTER SIX

Dom

We pulled up outside Chase’s, heading to the front door. Cherry looked nervous again, worrying the inside of her cheek and pausing on the step. “Maybe I should just call you later,” she offered. “I’m going to get my things and head home.”

I shook my head, amused. “No way, pretty lady. I’m coming in with you.”

She narrowed her eyes. “That is my daughter in there.”

I nodded. “A grown woman. Yes.”

Cherry spun on her heel and walked in, pushing the door partially closed behind her. I laughed low in my chest, her movements amusing rather than insulting. She was acting like a teenager sneaking home from a date and hoping not to be caught. I knew it was way too late for that.