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"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"What're we having?"

I consider that.

"Toast."

He grins.

"Ambitious."

"And pancakes."

"Look at you."

"Keep mocking me, Vex, and you're getting cereal."

He catches me around the waist and kisses me before I can deliver the rest of my extremely justified argument.

By the time he lets go, I've forgotten what I was going to say.

Infuriating man.

He gets out of bed, and I take a moment to appreciate the view.

Because I'm an attorney.

I believe in examining all available evidence. Like his broad shoulders, his muscular chest, and his big, veiny cock.

There, I said it.

Vex catches me staring.

"See something you like?"

"Several things, actually."

His grin turns wicked.

"Keep looking, Counselor."

Oh, I intend to.

He pulls on a pair of jeans while I climb out of bed.

"Where you going?" he asks.

"Guest room. My duffel's in there."

He glances toward the door.

"Bring it in here."

I stop.

"What?"