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“Ouch.” He didn’t sound offended. I’m sure he knew I was lying. I’d told him a few times already that I’d never had sex anywhere near as good as ours.

“Hey, B is above average.”

“Guess I’ll have to try harder.” He dropped my hair and grabbed one of my breasts, running his thumb over my nipple. “How many orgasms would buy me an A? Six? Seven?”

“That would probably depend on how good you make them.”

“Tell me how to improve, then.” He pinched my nipple, and I closed my eyes as I leaned against him.

“You have to figure that out yourself.”

“Seems unfair.”

“I never promised fairness.”

“Well that’s fair enough.”

I snorted.

He added, “Well, I’ll have to give you an A minus.”

“A minus? What did I do to you?”

“Gave me a B.”

I sighed dramatically. “Shit.”

He chuckled. “You make my world a hell of a lot brighter, Spaghetti.”

My chest warmed. “You make mine brighter too.”

It was a lot to admit… but it would have felt wrong to deny it.

“Just wait until this test run is over. You’ll be smitten with me,” he said.

I laughed. “Smitten? I don’t think I have that setting.”

“Not yet. We’ll get you there.” He tried to press my body closer to his, but we were already sandwiched together. “The test includes sleeping in the nude, right?”

“It includes whatever we want it to.”

“Good. I need a solid fifteen hours of sleep with you snuggled up with me.”

“How about twenty?”

“You’re making me hard again.”

I snorted. “You’re a dork.”

“You’ve known that for ages. And you love it.”

He wasn’t wrong on either front.

I closed my eyes, and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

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