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“Speak for yourself,” Mike teased once his chief was gone. “It’ll take me fifteen minutes, tops, to take care of business for both of us, then I’ll be ready to pass out.”

“Is that a challenge or a threat?” Joe quirked up her lips.

“Both,” he growled, his dick already responding with a lurch in his pants. Damn. He’d have to make sure Joe was sated pretty quickly, because he wouldn’t last even fifteen minutes if he got inside her tight warmth before she’d been taken care of.

“Let’s go,” she responded breathlessly. “Now.”

It was good to know Mike wasn’t the only one who was already ramped up.

After a brief stop at a big-box store to pick Joe up some clothes—since she’d been in her server’s uniform for far too long—they headed off to Mike’s house, making giddy promises and goo-goo eyes at each other the whole way.

Four o’clock rolled around far too fast. Mike stretched, then reached out a hand to cup Joe’s heart-shaped behind, giving her a little shake.

“Go away,” she groused, wiggling as if to sink her sated body deeper into the mattress.

“As much as I’d love to continue sleeping next to you, my kids will be finished with their practices in an hour, so we need to get up.”

Joe cracked an eyelid and snorted. “You’ve already gotten it up two, maybe three times, today. My mind is so mushy, I’m not sure exactly how many orgasms we’ve had, but there’s a definite soreness in my lady parts that tells me we banged-out more than a couple.”

Mike recalled every single climax. “Four,” he stated proudly and yawned. Yes, they’d fucked, then slept, fucked, then slept, etc., so he hadn’t exactly had the amount of shut eye he needed. Maybe he could talk the kids into sleeping over at their grandparents’ house tonight…

Or maybe not.

He really needed to stick Joe safely in the guestroom until go-time with the team, or neither of them would get the necessary z’s.

And wait. Joe was sore?

“Are you okay?” he asked gruffly. “I didn’t…hurt you, did I?”

Joe slowly rolled to her back and sent both hands up in a cat-like stretch, lifting her pretty pink-tipped nipples toward the ceiling. Mike couldn’t help but reach out and cover one soft orb with his palm.

“It’s a good hurt, Mike,” she assured him with a grin. “But I wouldn’t mind a bath instead of that tandem shower you implied earlier.”

He glanced at the clock again. “We wouldn’t have time for a shower together, anyway,” he said reluctantly. “I have a feeling the minutes would get away from us, and the last thing I want to do is get caught with you in there by my impressionable-aged children. So, you’ll have to suck it up and bathe alone.”

Joe’s face turned serious. “Uh, Mike? How do you think they’ll feel about me being in your life…in their lives?” she asked worriedly.

“Are you kidding? They’ve already been teasing me,” Mike assured her. “Which means they like you. And once they find out you’re a bad-ass federal agent, their heads are going to just about explode. But for now, I don’t want to shock their little brains by letting them know we’re already getting naked together.”

Joe made a noise that was half laugh, half groan. “They’re teenagers, Mike. In their heads, they probably have us doing things we haven’t even considered yet.”

Mike put his hands to his ears. “La, la, la, la, la,” he chanted. “These are my babies we’re talking about.”

Joe didn’t argue, but got out of bed and padded toward the bathroom. “I’m going to pee, then you can show me where your guest bathroom is located. I’ll bathe in there, and I promise to come out fully dressed and looking like a grown-up.”

Mike sighed. “Not what I want, but I guess it’s for the best.”

He watched Joe’s fine form prance to the bathroom, his cock stirring again, and thought for a few minutes about palming himself until she got back, but… “Down boy. We can’t have her again. Yet.”

“Did you say something?” Joe asked, sticking her head out of the door with…his toothbrush in her mouth.

Instead of grossing him out, he actually liked that she’d helped herself.

Mike laughed. “Just telling my prick he needs to behave.”

“Seriously?” She rolled her eyes with her mouth full of foamy toothpaste. “I’m not sure how you haven’t already worn the skin off that randy tally-whacker,” she snorted, ducking back into the bathroom to spit.

Mike groaned amusedly and called out. “We’re going to have to find a happy medium between your swears and the creepy words you come up with. Once my kids hear your substitutes, they’re going to start using them, and I’m not sure my ears will be able to take it.”

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