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Her lips curve into a devilish smile. “I like when you get me naked.”

“So do I.” I rake my gaze down her frame.

It doesn’t matter that she’s fully clothed.

Doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had her.

Doesn’t matter that she was naked in my arms just this morning.

I still crave her in a way I never knew was possible.

“I don’t want you to think that’s all I’m interested in.”

“We’ve discussed this.” She steps back. “I’m not in the right headspace to jump into another relationship right now. I’m not sure when I will be. And it’s⁠—”

“I know.” I run my hands down her arms. “I have no intention of pressuring you into anything. I’m enjoying what we have right now. A lot. A whole fucking lot.”

She laughs, the sound filling the kitchen.

“But my original statement remains. I don’t want you to think I’m only using you for sex.”

She doesn’t immediately say anything. Just studies me. Then the corner of her mouth lifts.

“That’s too bad.”

“Why?”

She rises onto her toes, her lips brushing the side of my neck. “Because I’m definitely using you for sex.”

“And I love when you do.”

I close my eyes, a groan escaping when she drags her tongue along my skin and nibbles on my earlobe. I’m trying so hard not to turn tonight into another night of marathon sex.

“But before I let you use me again, can we eat?”

I pull back and meet her eyes. It takes every ounce of willpower I have to turn her down, especially when I’d love nothing more than to keep feeling her tongue on me. Preferably on a certain other part of my body.

“I promise it will be very unromantic. I’ll make sure to chew with my mouth open and only talk when I have food in my mouth. Maybe add in a few burps and belches while I’m at it.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “While I appreciate your dedication to proving this isn’t a date, please don’t start burping. One time, Wyatt started burping during dinner, and later that night when he went down on me, he kept doing it. It’s kind of a turnoff.”

I school my expression, nodding solemnly, tamping down the jealousy bubbling up at the reminder of her past with Wyatt. It’s not that I’ve forgotten they were married. Hell, they still technically are. But we’ve been in our bubble. No Wyatt. No past. Just us. It’s been really nice.

“I will never burp in front of you. Or ever burp again. Period. Not if that’s the consequence.” I lean toward her, my mouth a breath from hers. “Because I really like eating you out. Plus…”

“What?” she asks breathlessly.

“I planned on having you for dessert.”

Her eyes darken as she loops an arm around my shoulder. “Then let’s eat so we can get to dessert.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

WYNTER

Joshua Levine is a liar.

He said it was just dinner. No romance. No expectations. Just two people who happen to have amazing sex together sitting down to eat a meal. Nothing more.