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“I was hoping you’d ask.” There’s no mistaking from her tone that she thinks I’m asking her to stay for less-gentlemanly reasons.

We reach my condo and I get us inside, locking the door behind us. Zeus rushes up to say hello, and Twyla scoops him up and follows me down the hall to my bedroom, whispering praise to him the entire time. Once we’re inside my room, she sets him on the bed and, without hesitation, whips off her shirt, leaving her in a sheer black bra.

My dick instantly twitches, and I use all my willpower to look away. I walk over to my dresser to find something for her to wear to bed and settle on one of my Kingsmen T-shirts. When I turn back around, she’s already removed her shoes and socks and her jeans are halfway down her legs.

“Here, you can wear this.” I toss it onto the corner of the bed, not wanting to get any closer to her, afraid my self-control isn’t strong enough.

Her forehead wrinkles. “Why are you giving me clothes to put on? I’m trying to take them off.”

“I see that. But you need to wear something to bed.”

She finishes removing her jeans, then walks toward me in her sheer black bra and matching panties. I know for certain this image will repeat in my brain for days. Weeks even. Maybe months.

“Chase, I want to be with you.” She wraps her arms around my waist and rests her chin on my chest, looking up at me.

“I want that too, believe me. But now’s not the time.” I weave my hands into the hair on either side of her face and bend to give her a chaste kiss.

She frowns when I pull away. “Now is the perfect time.” The little minx rubs her belly against my rock-hard erection, eliciting a low rumble from my chest.

“It’s really not.”

“Tell me why you won’t sleep with me tonight. Why isn’t this the perfect time?” Her voice sounds agitated.

“I don’t want to be a regret, sunshine.” I kiss her forehead. “You’ve had a lot to drink tonight, and if and when this happens, I need to know that you made the decision with a clear head.”

“Oh, it’s happening, big guy. You can count on that.” Then she yawns and her eyes water.

I chuckle. “Put the shirt on and we can discuss this tomorrow.”

She gives me a cute frown, then turns to grab the T-shirt off the bed. I have to adjust the hard-on in my pants at the view of her bare ass. I now realize she’s wearing a thong.

Once she slips into my bed—and holy hell does she look good there—I pull off my own shirt, then remove my shoes, socks, and jeans. I step into my walk-in closet where my lounge pants are and slide on a pair before returning to the bedroom.

Zeus, that little shit, is lying in the middle of the bed, cuddled up to her side.

I turn off the light and slip under the covers, doing my best to think of anything other than the fact that a partially naked Twyla is only a couple feet to my right.

After a minute or so, her soft voice cuts through the darkness. “Thank you for tonight, Chase. You made my shitty day much better.”

“You’re welcome, sunshine.”

Then her breath draws evenly, and I drift off not long after her.

I didn’t expect to end up in bed with her tonight, but I’m not complaining.

Nineteen

Twyla

Heat presses into my back through the blanket and I slowly open my eyes. It takes me a moment to remember where I am and why.

The bar last night… having fun with Chase… those drunk losers who tried to hit on me… Chase showing them who’s boss and throwing me over his shoulder, all caveman-like. It was so hot.

I grin and roll over, expecting to find Chase there, but I only find an annoyed Zeus, who’s put out by the fact that I almost rolled onto him. With a frown, I glance around the room and don’t see Chase anywhere. I don’t hear the shower going either. Damn.

It would have been fun to join him, especially after he shut me down last night. Cause I’m not drunk now.

I sit up, and that’s when I notice a note on his pillow. I pick it up, studying the masculine scrawl.

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