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I smiled into the dark.

“I’ll go to sleep.”

Ryan kissed the back of my head and snuggled closer. His finger stopped gliding but only because he’d pushed it inside of me.

Never would I have thought I’d be able to fall asleep that way.

A few minutes later I found out I was wrong.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Coffee in hand, sitting at Chloe’s kitchen table, I scrolled through emails wondering why we didn’t have a Girl Tuesday. Or was it a Girl Friday? Whatever the name, we needed one of them. Hell, it could be a Guy Monday as long as I no longer had to sift through emails. A task that was supposed to be a joint effort, though the rest of the guys seemed to be allergic to the work.

I looked up from my tablet when I heard Chloe’s bedroom door open. I’d left her snoozing in bed—yes, I’d kissed her before I rolled out, in multiple places. After I’d had her moaning my name through her orgasm last night, she’d returned the favor, and since she didn’t swallow, she’d pulled off my dick in time to crawl up and ride me.

I watched her stumble into view wearing nothing but my shirt and a smile.

“Coffee’s ready,” I greeted.

She jerked to a stop, opened her mouth, then clamped it shut, and her gaze dropped to my bare chest.

As a matter of course and because my job demanded it, I worked out daily. I couldn’t say I loved the gym. Most days I had to force myself to put in the hours needed. But, right then, with Chloe’s eyes going wide before they dropped lower to my stomach, I sure as fuck was happy for every minute I spent sweating my ass off.

Wide eyes turned into rapid blinking—something I noticed she did a lot when she was flustered. But it was the way her cheeks tinged pink that had my dick twitching in my shorts.

It was time to put an end to her perusal before my dick did more than twitch. And with Pete on his way over, there was no time.

“Chloe?” I prompted.

Her eyes raced up to meet mine. “I’ve dreamed of this.”

I felt my chest start to burn.

“Waking up next to you.” She waved in my general direction, then to the kitchen. “Walking into my kitchen, finding you drinking coffee. Not all my fantasies were . . . you know . . . I told myself they had to be, because the rest, this . . . you here . . . waking up with you . . . was so far out of the realm of what I’d allow myself to think about, I knew that if I thought too hard about how it would feel having the good stuff, the important parts, it’d break my heart.”

Jesus.

“Chloe, come here.”

By the time she made it to me, I had the chair pushed back so all I had to do was hook an arm around her waist, pull her down, and she was on my lap, straddling me.

My hand went up and slid into her hair before I asked, “Do me a favor, yeah?” I waited until she nodded before I went on. “The next time you want to give me something that sweet, you do it close.”

“Why?”

“So I don’t have to delay giving you my gratitude.”

I pulled her down and captured her mouth. She tasted like toothpaste and a lifetime of beauty. I tilted my head, taking the kiss deeper. Chloe responded by pressing her tits to my chest. Just when I got my hand on her ass and she was moaning into my mouth, there was a knock at the door.

I broke the kiss but kept her close. “Pete’s here.”

“Already?”

“I told you he was coming,” I reminded her.

“Shit.” She tried to scrabble off my lap, but I tightened my hold. “I need to get dressed.”

“In a minute.”