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Cale, on the other hand, seemed like he was raring to go. He rubbed her back and tossed Tony a grin. “Let’s eat.”
Chapter Seven
When Marcia woke the next morning, only she and Tony were still in bed. She heard the shower running in the bathroom and squinted at the clock. Just past four. She knew Cale worked early, but this was ungodly.
“Somebody’s gotta sort stock from the morning truck. Usually him,” Tony mumbled, his voice sexily slurred with sleep.
“Ugh.”
“In two hours it’s my turn.”
She already knew that but since he wasn’t fully conscious, she wouldn’t quibble. “So this not working thing? Maybe not so bad.” She rolled over and kissed his chin. “Go back to sleep.”
He’d yet to open his eyes. “Already am.”
Laughing, she rubbed his shoulder and tried not to sigh in pure female appreciation. His body made her inordinately happy. Antonio Marcus Griggs made her happy, period. If there was a boyfriend hall of fame, he’d be in it.
She snuggled closer. How could she repay him for last night? Hmm, maybe she could dedicate her sex book to him.
To my loving boyfriend, Tony, who epitomizes sex and makes me eager to make love too.
Not bad. Kind of corny. She’d have to work on it when she actually began to write the book.
Which was what she should be doing now. If she wanted to get this thing moving, she’d have to start getting up earlier and putting in some late nights.
She grinned. Late nights spent doing things other than having wonderfully orgasmic sex with her two younger men.
Once Tony’s even breathing told her he’d fallen asleep, she eased out from under his arm and padded to the en-suite bathroom. The shower was off so maybe Cale was decent. Even if he wasn’t, she was
pretty sure she wouldn’t mind.
She knocked softly. Knocked again. Her smile blossomed as Cale pulled open the door and cocked a brow. He wore a towel slung so low it practically touched the floor.
“Am I interrupting something?” she asked in her best sexy voice. The morning wood tenting his towel certainly seemed suspicious.
“Maybe.” He openly perused her naked body in the triangle of light. Then he barked out a laugh. “Blondie, you need a shower.”
“Well, yeah, but—”
He grabbed her arm and tugged her inside the steamy bathroom, shutting the door with a soft click. Then he cleaned off the mirror with his arm and turned her toward it. “Some jerks wrote all over this gorgeous body.” He spoke close to her ear and she shivered. “They should be shot.”
“Or fucked,” she whispered, only realizing what she’d said when he laughed.
“Interesting style of punishment, I’ll grant you that.” He pulled her hair to the side and moved his lips against her neck, making whatever he would say next unspeakably erotic. Even if he asked her to pass the toothpaste she would probably feel a hot rush of moisture between her thighs. “Your shower has the most inspiring heads.”
That she wasn’t expecting. She laughed and pinched his arm, well aware of the erection cradled against her bottom. However he’d been inspired in the shower he obviously hadn’t worn out said inspiration. “Glad you find the accommodations pleasant.”
“Very pleasant. In fact,” he scraped a hand down her torso, his destination clear, “these are the kind of accommodations a man would love to visit again and again.” His words burned against her neck with silent promise.
What did he mean by that? Did he want more than one night? They hadn’t explored everything, that was for damn sure. After they’d had their late-night diner feast, they’d all collapsed and gone to sleep.
There was so much left they could do with one another. So much they could enjoy.
“Thought you were the love ’em and leave ’em type, Mr. Parker,” she teased, meeting his pale blue gaze in the mirror. Today the blue seemed more intense, more like the hottest point of a flame than an arctic winter. “Don’t repeats hurt your rep?”
“Not too concerned about my rep. Also not terribly concerned about love.” He cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples with his thumbs, focusing all the heat in her body on those two areas. Almost all the heat. “You already have someone who loves you. What I want from you is a bit more basic.”
She swallowed and concentrated on keeping her expression relaxed. “You keep saying that.”
