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But then again, I had never met Cherry G before.

I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead and closed my eyes, letting sleep find me.

With her there, it came quickly.

I woke in the morning with Cherry curled around me, her head on my chest. I carefully pushed her hair off her face, studying her in the early morning light. Her long lashes rested on her cheeks, and her lips pursed as she slumbered. I loved the freckles on her skin—they were lighter than Hannah’s and mostly scattered across the bridge of her nose and over the tops of her cheeks. I thought they were sexy and alluring. She’d informed me they were a pain in her butt when I had expressed my opinion. At the moment, with her still asleep, they were charming and sweet. Much like she was. Quiet, still, and not telling me off or flipping her gorgeous hair at me—all actions that I actually loved. Her spunk was a turn-on for me.

I glanced at the clock and then regretfully pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Hey, sleepyhead, time to wake up.”

She frowned, stretching her toes and shivering, then burrowing back into me. “No,” she muttered. “Not yet.”

“Baby, it’s seven. I know you have to drive in this morning, and I want to have breakfast with you first.”

She huffed a little sigh of air and opened her beautiful eyes, meeting my gaze. “Breakfast? As in coffee?”

I chuckled. “Coffee and a breakfast sandwich if you let me up.”

She looked around. “How did we get in the bed?”

“You fell asleep, and I carried you.”

“You didn’t wake me up to, ah…” She trailed off.

I stroked her warm cheek. “You were tired. So was I. I wanted to stay close. It’s not all about sex for me, you know.”

“Oh.”

“Sleeping beside you makes me exceedingly happy.”

“Oh,” she repeated.

I gripped the back of her neck. “And horny, but that is beside the point.”

She slid her hand under the blanket, stroking my morning wood. “Maybe we have time for you to make your point.”

I groaned at the feeling of her hand on me. “You might be late.”

“My first appointment is at ten.”

“I’m supposed to be at the garage at eight.”

“Oh well.”

I rolled her over. “I’m about to be late, and you’re about to be very noisy.”

“Is that right?”

I grinned down at her. “Guaranteed.”

“Prove it,” she whispered.

And I did.

Twice.

CHAPTER NINE

Dom