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“It was just a car door,” I told him now, shuffling closer to curl up against his side when he lay back down.

He reached up to shove his head onto his shoulders as he yawned, then smoothed his hand over my hair and stretched lazily. “Morning, kitten.”

“Morning.” I played with his chest hair, trying not to doze back off. With a tired groan, I croaked, “Why did we stay up so late?”

Dan chuckled, his chest vibrating under my cheek. “Because you were feeling extra frisky when we got back from game night.”

I huffed. “I was not extra frisky. I was normal amounts of frisky.”

“Trust me, kitten.” I could hear the sly grin in his voice. “You have more stamina than me some nights. And I’m the professional wrestler.”

I couldn’t help but smirk. “Yeah, well.”

“I guess Marv the intern really does it for you, huh?” he said teasingly.

I burst out laughing and lightly smacked his stomach. In a rush, Dan flipped us around on the bed and loomed over me, grinning as he nuzzled my cheek.

“We could play our own little Humandatory campaign in bed,” he murmured huskily. “Terry in Accounting and Marv the intern fucking like animals when no one’s around.”

I bit my lip, my cock twitching with arousal. I was sorely tempted. But was that way, way too nerdy?

It probably was.

I was pretty sure I’d be really into it, though.

“Maybe if Marv wasn’t nineteen,” I eventually croaked. “Terry’s meant to be, like, fifty. Plus he’s faithfully married to Vera, his wife of thirty years. He’d never cheat. He’s a family man.”

Dan chuckled and kissed my cheek. “Then when we start the next campaign, we’ll make sure to pick more compatible characters. So we can make them fuck.”

I grinned, my belly fizzing with excitement. That sounded fun. “’Kay.”

After giving me a deep kiss, Dan shifted onto his side and slung his leg over both of mine as he smoothed his hand down my arm, tracing some of my tattoos.

I yawned, wriggling a little to bask in the cosy warmth of the bed. “It’s the wrestlers’ court today, right?”

“Yeah.” He dipped his head to kiss my shoulder. “Want to come?”

My brows rose. “Am I allowed?”

“Yeah, of course. Only Holt isn’t allowed because he’s the owner.” Dan snickered. “He hates it. Always tries to get any gossip the moment it ends. But I think Taylor is sitting in. Corey okayed it, just said he’s not allowed to speak on Holt’s behalf.”

I chuckled. “Why doesn’t Holt get a say?”

“He does. He gives Corey a list of stuff he wants covered or any news he wants to give us. But it’s supposed to be about us self-governing, so the owner can’t be there, because it might make some people feel like they can’t speak openly.”

“I don’t get that impression from Holt.”

Dan laughed and leaned in to nuzzle my cheek. “It’s just the way it’s always done, kitten. Holt’s great. A good manager. Well”—he made a face—“good enough. But he’s still not allowed to come.”

“I guess I could do some work at the back of the room and listen in,” I said, absently rubbing the arm he had draped over my chest. “I’m kind of interested. What about Seb and Larkin, do they go?”

“Yeah. Larkin loves it. We’ve only had… uh, I think two since he’s worked at Goliaths, so he’ll definitely want to watch. And Seb’s the bailiff.”

I shot Dan a slightly alarmed look. “Why do you need a bailiff?”

“He’s mostly just there to announce Corey’s grand entrance as judge.” Dan tensed a little and added, “But he did have to take Frank and Beans out last time, because they started hitting everyone with cushions when Corey said they couldn’t start an ant farm in their dressing room.”

“Well, they won’t be there this time,” I said hurriedly, turning my head to give him a kiss.