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“So…just sex,” she clarifies.

“Just sex,” I confirm, although a small voice in the back of my head warns me this is a disaster waiting to happen. But I can’t think about that right now. All I can think about is the memory of Abbey’s body trembling beneath me, her nails leaving marks on my skin as I drove into her.

“Okay. Just sex.” She extends her hand toward me.

I eye it warily. “What’s that for?”

“Shouldn’t we shake on it?”

“Perhaps, but I have a better idea.”

She arches a brow. “And what’s that?”

I push to stand and wrap my hand around hers. When I yank her to her feet and into my body, a gasp escapes her throat.

I curve toward her, able to make out my teeth marks on her neck from last night.

“I think we should fuck on it, Abbey,” I growl.

A sinful smile tugs on her lips. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

ABBEY

“This may have been the best day off I’ve had in a long time,” Jude croons, pulling me into his arms.

I can’t help but laugh as I snuggle into him, savoring in the feel of his warm chest.

This has been one of the best days off I’ve had in a long time, too. Possibly ever. I spent all day in bed with Jude. Or, at least, all day since getting back from the coffee shop.

While I wasn’t surprised to see him — considering I’m familiar with his daily routine, including his morning run — I was quite surprised to learn he was upset I snuck out of bed in the middle of the night. I meant what I told him. I was okay if he wanted to keep it a one-time thing.

But after spending all day with him, I realize how crazy I was to think one night would be enough. I’ve officially lost count of the number of orgasms he’s given me over the past few hours. As if the man is on a mission to set a world record. And I’ll happily go along for the ride.

“I couldn’t agree more,” I respond lazily as my stomach rumbles. “Although if you expect me to go for round…what is it? Eleven or twelve? I might need to eat something.”

“That can be arranged,” he says, kissing my nose.

I love when he does that. It may not be sexy, but there’s a certain intimacy to it I crave.

“Is there anywhere open this late?” I ask after glancing at the clock on his nightstand to see it’s already after nine.

“Not really.” He slips out of bed and walks toward the dresser.

“Then where will we order takeout from?” I roll onto my side and prop my head in my hand, admiring his ass. My god, the man is chiseled perfection.

“We’re not ordering takeout,” he declares as he tugs on a pair of gray sweatpants.

“But—”

“I’ll cook.”

“You…cook?”

Despite living together for over two months now, I’ve yet to see him cook. Then again, he hasn’t been home much these past few weeks. Neither have I.

After tugging on a t-shirt, he returns to me, his lips hovering over mine. “I’m full of surprises.”

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