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Once her bliss recedes, her eyes flutter, and she stretches her arms out to the sides.
“I can’t return the favor at the moment, because I’m garbage if I don’t get eight hours of sleep. And when I don’t get enough sleep, then I need intravenous caffeine to compensate. However, I can lay here while you fuck me.”
She cups her mouth like she’s physically restraining herself from rambling.
Squeezing her ass, I curl behind her and pull her close. “That’s okay. No return favor needed, tiger.”
“I can’t believe I said all that. Proof of my inability to function on this little sleep.”
“Sorry for keeping you awake all night.”
She pulses her arms tightly around mine as if she’s afraid to let me go. “Don’t you dare apologize. The lack of sleep is a small price to pay for that amazing night. Even if my brain is the equivalent of a colander right now.”
“Your beautiful mind will be perfectly hole-free again after I get you some coffee. Want anything else?”
Moving to get up, I kiss her once more before pulling away.
Reluctantly as fucking hell.
I swear I could stay wrapped around her all day and night.
She yawns and rubs her face. “Wait. Are you going to make coffee?”
“Yeah. Assuming that’s okay with you. You don’t mind me poking around your kitchen, do you?”
“It would be a bit hypocritical of me to be willing to let you poke around every hole in my body but not my kitchen, don’t you think?”
A deep chuckle rocks my chest. And then another one of those cymbals crashes in my mind.
Every hole?
With the plug again or with my cock?
Shaking it off, I get to work on breakfast. As I move through the kitchen, finding everything I need to make coffee, toast, and scrambled eggs, I think about last night. About Mia. About Tomer and Lettie. How mad Boss was until we calmed him down. About whatever happened to take Mia’s security system offline.
All of it runs through my mind at a speed faster than my ability to process it.
But the spunky redhead who’s jumping into the shower scares me more than anything else. Despite already showering, I’m tempted to join her in there, but I use the time to organize my thoughts, sorting them into buckets so I can tackle them one at a time before the growing swirl of worry overtakes me.
All my thoughts return to Mia, so I start processing there.
It scares me how right it feels to be with her. Whether we’re bantering, laughing, fighting, or fucking. It’s a perfection I’ve never experienced.
Trusting her is risky. The more time we spend together, the worse the fall could be.
But my gut tells me she’s worth the risk.
It might seem silly, but the way she watched over my mother last night— even if just via my phone— meant something to me.
I don’t trust anyone with my mother.
Yet the expression on Mia’s face when she told me she knew about Ma’s condition was pure. It was comforting, and for the first time, I felt like someone had my back where Ma was concerned.
I don’t take that lightly.
The only question I have is how she knew about Ma’s condition. I can take a few guesses. The answershouldmatter. And I probably should confront her about it, demand to know.
Part of me doesn’t want to know the answer. The other part doesn’t care.
