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As passionate as the sex had been, that’s how intimate this moment was. This was exactly what she wanted.

“Is this aftercare?” she asked, unsure whether or not she wanted to hear the answer. She didn’t really want him to feel obligated to cuddle with her, but at the same time, if it was aftercare, maybe that meant she would be guaranteed cuddling every time they had sex, which wasn’t a bad thing.

Owen chuckled.

“If you want it to be. I don’t think you really need aftercare, though. I barely spanked you.”

Well, that was true. Warmth flooded through her. That meant he was cuddling for the sake of cuddling, which made her even happier. Not to say that she didn’t enjoy aftercare, but… well, she had some things to work through. Suffice it to say, not all of her exes had been post-coital cuddlers.

“So, are you spending the night?”

“If you’d like me to, sweetheart. I don’t want to impose.”

“You aren’t imposing.” She wrapped her arm around him, using her leg to pin him down. “Have a sleepover with me, Daddy.”

Laughing, he wrapped both of his arms around her.

“My pleasure, sweetheart.”

10

One Month Later

Owen

Happy hour at the House of Starrett, their friend Saul’s restaurant, was extra happy now that Bree was his girlfriend. It felt right in a way it hadn’t a few months ago when he’d been fighting his attraction and trying to stay away while she recovered from her breakup. It definitely felt more right than when he’d been lusting after her while she was in a relationship.

Now, Marcus and Eden were on opposite sides of the bar table, with Rita and Andres between them on one side and Owen and Bree on the other. He had his arm curved around Bree’s waist, hand resting on her hip. It felt so easy. So right.

Tomorrow, he was going to take her out for a nice dinner with a cute little plug in her ass that said “Daddy’s girl,” then take her home to fuck her ass for the first time and tell her he loved her. Not necessarily in that order. He planned to make it romantic.

But that was the general gist of his plan.

He was counting down the hours. Whether she would say it back was the big unknown, but it didn’t really matter. He’d fallen in love with her and wanted her to know it. While he hoped she would say it back, even if she didn’t, that wouldn’t change his feelings.

“Holy shit… look who just walked in.” Rita was staring over Owen’s shoulder with wide eyes. He turned around but didn’t see anyone he recognized. Next to him, Bree stiffened as Eden muttered a low curse.

“What’s that fucker doing here?” Eden asked.

A man near the entrance suddenly looked at Owen and started walking toward him. No, wait, he was walking towards Bree. Tall, white but with tanned skin, he had medium brown hair and wore a suit. He also probably didn’t smell like cheese. Though Owen didn’t normally compare himself to others, it didn’t take a genius to figure out this was Bree’s most recent ex, Samuel.

If it wasn’t, Owen would swear off blue cheese forever, he was so sure of his guess.

Next to him, Bree stiffened even more, staring at the approaching man rather than looking at Owen or turning away.

“Bree.” The man came to a halt a few feet away, his gaze moving over her and Owen. He looked Owen up and down, then locked eyes with Bree, as if to say he didn’t care that Owen had his arm around her, that he wasn’t of any consequence. Somehow, Owen managed to keep from snarling.

“Samuel.” Her voice was low, cool, and not at all welcoming, which made Owen feel a little better but not entirely.

He’d waited to start dating Bree because he didn’t want to be the rebound boyfriend, but sometimes, the amount of time didn’t matter. The fear that rushed up through him when he’d realized who the man was didn’t go away so easily.

This is not supposed to be happening.

Dammit, he had a plan for this weekend, and it did not include Bree’s ex making a reappearance in her life. Especially because this was no casual chance encounter. No, this man had come into the restaurant looking for Bree.

The fucker.

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