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His eyes turned serious for a moment before a smile crinkled them. “Yeah, it would.”

“Proceed.”

“You say the sexiest things.”

His mouth came down on hers as he pressed himself inside. She gasped at the intrusion. He was big. Bigger than she was used to, but he fit. They fit. Perfectly.

“Okay?” he asked, his voice shaking as he held himself back.

“More than.”

He grinned, claiming her lips again as he began thrusting, pumping inside her, hitting spots she’d only read about in books and on forums. It wasn’t long before her body tightened. She screamed out his name in ecstasy. Cresting the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had in her entire life. She heard him shout her name and felt his release inside her, tears gathering in her eyes at the sheer beauty of what had just happened.

“Fuck, Penny.”

Indeed.

“Such a sweet talker,” she laughed, exhaustion pulling at her.

“You want sweet talk?” His lips kissed the shell of her ear. “That was the most amazing experience of my life.”

“Mmmmm, better.” A yawn cracked her jaw. “We should shower.”

“Later,” he murmured, pulling the comforter over them. “Can I stay?”

“You can always stay, BJ,” she mumbled, turning on her side. “You know that.”

“I know.” He snuggled up behind her, wrapping her close in his powerful arms. “Sweet dreams.”

“I don’t need dreams. Tonight was sweet enough.”

As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard him chuckle and say, “Hell yeah it was.”

CHAPTER 18

Something heavy and warm pressed down on Penny’s chest. It took her sleep addled brain a moment to process it was an arm. A large, slightly hairy arm that rested on her waist and curled across her body, the firm, masculine hand cupping her shoulder in a protective gesture. She hadn’t woken up wrapped in a man’s arms in… Never? Lance never stayed over after their lovemaking. Should have been her first clue he was an ass.

This felt nice. Safe. Right.

“Mmmmmm, good morning.”

She smiled as BJ kissed the soft spot right below her ear. She loved it when he did that. Made her tingle all the way down to her toes.

“Is it?” In her opinion, mornings were never good. She wasn’t a huge night owl, but she also appreciated sleeping in past the sunrise. She never understood those morning people who could jump right out of bed and be ready for the day. Any time before eight a.m. called for caffeine for her to resemble anything remotely chipper.

“Mmmmhmmmm.” His voice rumbled against her back, vibrating off the delicious chest pressed against her. “I get to wake up in the arms of a beautiful woman after an amazing night of sex. What’s not good about that?”

He called her beautiful again. No matter how many times he said it, the words still caused a flutter low in her belly. Not many people commented on her looks unless it was an observation on all her freckles or a joke about the carpets matching the drapes.

Tamping down the silly reaction—because this wasn’t about a relationship, this was about making a baby and maintaining their friendship—she turned to face him.

“Technically, I am in your arms, not the other way around.”

His eyes were still closed, but at her observation, he cracked one open. The pale blue, as crystal clear as the creek after snowmelt, stared at her. The corner of his mouth pulled into a half grin.

“My mistake, Ms. Mensa.”

“It’s an organization, not a title.”

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