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With my free hand, I tugged her black nightshirt up. She had such a great ass. I smoothed my hand over the globe of her tush. “Are you gonna tell me more? Or should I guess?”

Her eyes slid to the side like she was embarrassed. “It was just a dream.”

“Babe, I don’t judge. You know that.”

She took a deep breath and her eyes met mine. “I was at work. You were fucking me, and we were on the bar. Other people were there, but for some reason they couldn’t see us or were ignoring us. Until they weren’t.”

I nodded. “That’s quite a dream, Mick.”

“Yeah.”

I sighed. “Straight up, I’m down for just about anything you want to do with our time, but I’m not gonna fuck you at On a Lark. There’s cameras in the main room, and I’m not giving anybody a show.”

She let out a humorless laugh. “That’s good because I don’t want to either. I think it’s because I’ve been worried that my neighbors can hear us. You’re kinda loud.”

I laughed. “I’m nothing compared you, baby. Your moans are something else.”

Her brows arched. “And who makes me moan? That would be you, sir.”

“Do you need relief after your sex dream? I’m guessing you’re wet because you were grinding into me even in your sleep.”

Her eyes widened. “I didn’t.”

“You did,” I muttered, and trailed a finger past her ass to her pussy.

My woman was very wet.

I told myself she wasn’t mine, but I shut that thought down. For now, she was mine. It was just her and me. Fuck the outside world.

With a sigh, she started riding my finger.

I pulled my hand away. “Oh, no, sweetheart. I got hard listening to your little sex-dream moans. You’re gonna ride my cock.”

“Where are the condoms?”

I ran my tongue along my lower lip. “Learn fast, babe, I’m nothing if not prepared. Stashed three of ‘em in the couch cushions. Reach behind my shoulder and grab one. Wanna watch you roll it on me.”

She tucked her hand behind my neck and pulled out a condom. “You are something else.”

“Back-atcha. Now, sit up, so I can take my underwear off. It’d be great if you get naked too.”

She smiled and pulled the nightshirt over her head. “Easy on, easy off.”

I heard the crinkle of the condom wrapper. Once she had it out, I widened my legs so she had better access. Having her fingers on me felt like heaven. She got me fully sheathed with a grin.

I grabbed her hips and twisted us, so she was on bottom. “May not be the bar, but hope you’re ready to get pounded, Mick.”

“Definitely.”

I sat next to Mickayla at the kitchen table feeling fat and happy. She could really fuckin’ cook. I’d have never known when to take a rack of lamb out of the oven and have it done perfectly, but she sure as shit did. I’d helped her peel potatoes earlier, but then she’d insisted I open the red wine and leave her be in the kitchen.

“You’re quiet,” she said, sipping her wine.

“I’m stuffed and wondering why you don’t run the kitchen at On a Lark.”

She shook her head, then put her wine glass down. “I like cooking for me and the people I…care about. A restaurant kitchen is hectic, crazy, and I’d lose my mind with the first customer who bitched about their food because I swear half the time they’re just looking for a free meal.”

“I get that, but you shouldn’t let those assholes hold you back from something that you’re really fucking great at, Mick. I’m not joking, that’s the best damn meal I’ve had in years. A top-notch steakhouse couldn’t do this better than you.”