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Chase throws me on the bed, his eyes twinkling. “What was that outburst about?”

“I just got you back; I don’t need another whore, who’s trying to make trouble between us. It’s obvious you have been with, what may be, the whole of Australia, but since I have decided to make this work, I’m going to have to deal with that.”

He jumps on the bed next to me and hugs me. “I don’t know if I deserve you, but I’m too selfish to care. You are amazing, Layla.” I hum in agreement, causing him to grace me with his dimple.

I sit up, “Come on, I want to bake something. I will behave I promise.” He kisses me then lets me go.

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I put the plate on the table in front of Chase, and he immediately starts eyeing the selection.

“Fuck, which one do I eat first.” He asks himself.

“Aren’t you going to ask what they are?”

He looks up at me, confused.

I point to the plate. “Twix cookies and Twix muffins.”

Chase’s eyes wide almost hysterically, “You are fucking kidding me.” He picks up a cookie first and takes a bite. He moans. And I feel my body respond. “Layla, fuck nursing, you should open a fucking bakery. These are amazing.” He starts tasting one of each. Kade and James walk in, see the goods and try to take one, but Chase bats their hands away. “Fuck off. I don’t share anything Twix!” he growls possessively, swiping the plate closer to himself. Giggling, I call the boys into the kitchen and hand them the other baked goods I made, knowing Chase wouldn’t share.

Kade wraps and arm around me and sighs. “You are going to be the best sister in law ever!” causing me to choke on the cookie I was eating. He pats me on the back, chuckling merrily. His hair has grown even longer, thick and light, it looked hot. I glance over at Chase to see if he heard that comment. He was stuffing his face with a muffin, but he was also wearing a huge grin. I don’t know if was over the comment or the muffin. My vote is with the muffin.

“Your hair is sexy.” I blurt out, purposely changing the subject.

“Hey!” Chase growls out playfully. Guess he is listening.

Kade smiles slowly, and runs his hands through it. “The women seem to love it,” he boasts.

“I only like it because it looks like Kurt Cobain’s.” I do love Kurt Cobain.

“We’re having a party this weekend. So here’s your notice, princess.”

“Another orgy huh, I’ll bring my raincoat.”

Now it’s Kade choking on his cookie.

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I wake up alone the next morning. I can hear the shower on in the bathroom. A few minutes later the door opens and Chase walks out in nothing but a towel. “You’re awake,” he purrs, his eyes interested.

“I am, so what are you going to do about it?” He chuckles, a husky sound that gives me shivers. “You should have woken me up, you know, if you wanted to play.” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“You looked so peaceful; I didn’t want to wake you.” He grins and drops his towel. This man is confident about his body, and he has no reason whatsoever to be shy. He is already aroused, and ready to go. He stalks over to the bed, and pulls the blanket off me. He runs his hands up from my ankles to my thighs, and then pulls down my red lacy underwear. He sits me up, and gives me a deep wet kiss, only stopping to lift my nighty off. He pauses to look me over, and rumbles his approval. I watch his eyes linger greedily over my breasts. “Fuck,” he moans. “You are beautiful, fucking perfect. “ He kisses me again, more desperate this time. He pulls away and rumbles, “Guess I’m going to be late to work,” grins, and then continues.

By the time he gets to work he was indeed, very late.

I’m at work, and time is dragging. Rylie, a co- worker of mine is doing my nails. We have no clients whatsoever and the boss isn’t in all day, so it’s just the two of us.

“French tip?” She asks as she files.

“Yeah, sounds good.” Rylie is a petite little thing, standing at about 5’2. She is an absolutely beautiful girl, with chestnut brown hair and stunning eyes, an almost violet color. We work together about once a week and we get on great.

“Any plans tonight?” she asks, making conversation.

“Not really. A shit load of assignments. You?”

“I have to go and pick my shit up from my ex-boyfriends,” she says with an exaggerated groan.

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