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“I, uh... need to get rid of the condom,” he admits, chuckling.
“Just give me another minute.” I sink my fingers into his hair, stroking the back of his head.
He lifts away just a little so he can look into my eyes. “Why?”
“I’m enjoying this.” I smile at him. “Holding you.”
Tate slowly shakes his head, the expression on his face almost wondering. Like he can’t believe what I’m doing. “You are something else, Scarlett Lancaster.”
“Is that a compliment?” I lift my brows.
He grins. “Definitely.”
CHAPTER34
TATE
I forgot to close the curtains last night—I was a little distracted—and the sun’s early-morning rays shine through the bedroom window.
Right into my eyes.
Groaning, I roll over, my back to the window, a soft little bundle cuddled up right next to me.
A soft, naked little bundle.
Scarlett.
I tug her into my arms and press my face into her hair, breathing deep. Inhaling her scent. She always smells so damn good, and her skin is so soft. Everything about her is perfect.
Memories hit me, one after another of last night. She had at least three orgasms and I had two, and there was nothing fake about it.
I am 100 percent in this relationship. Like I told her last night, she’s all I think about. All I write songs about. Every single song on that album is about her, and I have no problem telling that to the world.
My phone buzzes on the nightstand, and I crack open one eye, wishing I could tell exactly what sort of notification I’m getting. Sounds like a text type of buzz. This early in the morning?
Scarlett stirs next to me, her ass brushing my cock, and just like that, it rises to the occasion, ready to do more of what we were doing all night.
“Who’s texting you?” she murmurs, her voice sleepy.
“I don’t know.” I brush her hair away from the back of her neck and kiss her there. “Probably no one.”
“Mm.” Her ass brushes my dick again, and I rest my hands on her hips, keeping her in place. “You don’t like that?”
“I like it too much.” I slide my hand to her front, cupping her pussy. “If you aren’t too sore, I’m going to show you exactly how much I like it.”
“Promises, promises.” She stretches, her body brushing mine, electrifying my skin everywhere she touches. “And I’m sore, but it’s a good sore.”
This girl is giving me full permission to go for it. I’m tilting my head, my mouth on her neck, just below her ear, when my fucking phone rings.
“Damn it,” I mutter, rolling away from her so I can see who it is.
Roger. The fucker. At eight o’clock in the morning too.
The ringing stops, and I set my phone back on the nightstand. I’m about to reach for Scarlett when it starts ringing again.
“Just answer it,” Scarlett encourages. “He won’t stop calling until you do.”
Knowing she’s right, I answer the call. I’m about to ask him what the hell is going on when he speaks right over me.
