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We had quickly made a beeline for the bedroom where I had enjoyed two mind-boggling blow jobs within a two-hour period.
We had both crawled under the sheets, kissing and then falling asleep. I hated that I couldn’t make love to her before I left for Baltimore. Hell, if things were delayed there it could very possibly mean she’d be on her menstrual period again by the time I got back. This damn bust better go down without a hitch.
She had mentioned Dirty Diana to me last night. Slate was going to hear about that shit regardless of his rank over me. I was going to come clean with him about Lindsey and me, too. There was no reason for us to sneak around now that it had been established we were more than fuck buddies.
I felt her stir beneath my arms, her legs stretching under the sheets. I lowered my lips to the back of her neck, lifting her hair to plant soft, butterfly kisses on her smooth skin. I felt her shiver against me.
“Hey, baby girl,” I said against her skin.
“Hey, Taz,” she replied, pulling my hand to her lips. “Can we stay in bed like this all day?’
I groaned, pulling her closer. “I wish we could babe,” but I think I’m going to have to get up and get you going. It’s almost ten o’clock.”
“What? Oh shit,” she said, pulling away and launching her body out of the bed.
“Hey, hey,” I said, “why the hurry? I thought we would at least have breakfast together.”
“I’d love to, baby,” she said, “but I planned on getting home around nine.”
“Slate’s there,” I persisted. “Besides that, aren’t you a little old for a curfew?”
“Sweats,” she mumbled, looking around.
“What?”
“I need a pair of your sweats, Taz. I’m not putting my dress back on and traipsing in the house like that. I left my overnight bag in Darcy’s car. I need sweats.”
“Hold on,” I said, feeling grumpy that she was going to blow out of here so quickly.
I pulled a pair of clean sweats from my drawer. They were going to be humongous on her.
She tied the drawstring tight and rolled the cuffs up on the bottom.
“Oh shit,” she said, sitting back down on the bed. “Déjà vu all over again.”
“What do you mean?”
She slipped her high heels on and looked over at me with a quirky smile.
“Don’t you remember the first night I stayed here and had puked all over my bridesmaid gown? I went home in a pair of your sweats with high heels on.”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “You know, I never did get those back.”
She shrugged.
“I’m sure they went through the laundry and Slate is wearing them now. You’re both around the same size in most places.”
I looked over at her and she had a shit-eating grin going on.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you saying I have a gut or something?”
I leaned into her and started tickling her tummy.
“No,” she laughed. “I’m talking about something south of that.”
“What?”
“I accidently walked in on Slate in the bathroom yesterday. I saw his private parts.”
