Page 48 of Bidding War

A sleepy ache is lodged between my thighs. I stretch out like a cat in a warm square of light on a cold day. It’s toasty in my apartment, just as I like it. Even better with him in bed next to me. I want nothing more than to lie here for days and bask in the afterglow of enthusiastic lovemaking and fucking and everything in between.

But something nags in the back of my mind. What the hell is it? We’re not thinking about last night yet. Not ready for it. Not now, anyway. I put a pin in that thought for later. Haven’t heard from my family in a while, but that’s a good thing. No worries there. Callie hasn’t texted in a few days, but she mentioned she was traveling with Daniel, so that’s not a big?—

My job. Fuck! I have a shift.

It’s not a warm square of daylight I’m basking in. It’s a streetlamp’s light pouring into the window. “Shit!” I reach over for my phone to text Kelsey and find I’m seventeen minutes into my shift.

Anderson sits up like a zombie in a horror movie. He’s physically awake but not mentally. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

“I have to get to work?—"

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Kelsey calls, and I want to answer, but I need to think, so I let it go to voicemail. I feel awful doing it.

“Why the bloody hell would you go to work after last night?”

“Because of last night.”

He frowns. “Huh?”

“You’re too asleep for your lawyer brain to kick in, aren’t you?”

It takes him a moment. “You want to go to work as an alibi?”

“If I go and pretend like nothing is wrong, then no one will come looking for me when people notice Neil is missing.”

Anderson scrubs his hand over his face, then through his hair. “Ah. Yeah, I guess I am not awake yet. That’s a smart plan … unless someone figures out we did this, and then it’ll look like you’re callous as hell to a jury.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “I’ll take my chances.”

He nods. “Okay. But is it okay if I come with you? I won’t interfere or anything. I’ll keep to myself. But the thought of not being able to see you right now … it makes me crazy. I need to know you’re alright. Like, at all times. It’s obsessive, I know, but I’m not letting you out of my sight. If I can’t come in, I’ll watch from across the street.”

I laugh harder this time. “My sweet little stalker.”

“Sue me.”

Instead, I kiss him. The kiss gets good fast, and before I know it, I’ve pulled him on top of me again. But my body reminds me of all the times we’ve done it in the past eighteen hours, and this is probably not a good idea. He groans, then pulls back. “You have to get to work, and my cock is sore, so?—"

I giggle. “Aw, poor baby. I should kiss him and make him better.”

“You saucy vixen.” He nips at my bottom lip and sits up. “Go on. Time for clothes.”

“That sounds like punishment.”

He laughs. “Yeah, I know. Especially since I have to wear last night’s clothes.”

“Nope. There’s some of yours still in my closet.”

“You didn’t toss my shit after the breakup?”

I shrug on my way to there. “I couldn’t do it. Felt like tossing you out, and I wasn’t ready for that.”

He strides up behind me. “Oh, thank fuck! I was not looking forward to wearing bloody clothes to a bar.”

“If you don’t stop pressing yourself against me, we’re going to make your cock sorer.”

“There’re all kinds of things I can do with my mouth?—"

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