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“Yeah.”

“That was...”

“Yeah.”

She lifted her head, grinning at me with flushed cheeks and messy hair, and swollen lips. “Does your jaw still hurt?”

I laughed. Actually laughed, because leave it to Vivian to make jokes while we were both still coming down from the best sex of our lives. “What jaw?”

She kissed me, soft and sweet, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. I could feel my cock still inside her, softening but not quite ready to leave yet. Could feel the mess we made. Her arousal and my cum mixing together and dripping down my balls onto the couch.

That’s going to be a bitch to clean.

Worth it!

“So,” she said after a moment. “What’s the plan for today?”

“Well,” I said, “I was thinking we could stay right here. Maybe order food. Have more sex. Avoid thinking about the fact that Julien’s going to murder me when he finds out about this.”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

I kissed her again, slower this time, savoring it. Savoring her. Savoring the fact that somehow, against all odds, I ended up with the most incredible woman I had ever met sitting naked in my lap on a Sunday morning.

If Julien was going to kill me, at least I would die happy.

And thoroughly satisfied.

“Round two?” Vivian asked, grinning.

“Give me ten minutes.”

“You’re getting old, Dr. Wesley.”

“I just got arrested and had the best sex of my life. I think I’ve earned a break.”

She laughed and settled against my chest, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. I could feel her breath evening out, her body relaxing into mine.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you too.”

And despite everything, the arrest, the bail money, the inevitable reckoning with Julien, I meant it.

We were idiots.

But we were idiots together.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Quinton

Monday morning, 8:45 AM, and I was officially living on borrowed time.