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One more an empty bedroom?—

Or notsoempty because Cam is sprawled out on the bed.

My throat threatens to close up, heat blazing through me when I realize that he’s?—

Buck ass naked.

Sweet baby Jesus.

He shifts and I quickly avert my gaze, but not before seeing?—

Ho, mama.

No.

Notho, mama.

I feel nothing but concern, nothing but sisterly worry and an appreciation for a gorgeous ass.

That’s it. It’s just a butt.

Nothing more. Nothing at all?—

“Athena.”

For a second, I freeze, thinking he’s awake, that he’s spotted me standing in the open doorway, staring at his ass.

But then I realize he’s not—mostly because of what he does next.

He rolls to his back, hand drifting south, wrapping around his cock, and?—

“Oh God.Athena.”

CHAPTER NINE

Cam

I’m having a blissfullygreat dream—Athena lying next to me in bed, her hands drifting over all my body, stroking toward my cock, gripping, pumping, and?—

A shock of cold shoots through me.

For a second, I think I’m still in my dream, think I’m imagining her with cold hands as she jerks me off.

Then I realize it’s notjustcold.

But…wet.

“What the fuck?”

Sleep is gone in an instant and I swipe a hand over my face, sending droplets scattering, squinting and trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. My head is swimming and if I’m not still drunk, I’m definitely buzzed.

“Clean up.”

I jerk at the sharp words, nearly jab out my eye as I whip my head around to see Ats standing in the doorway.

“Wake up,” she snaps, gaze locked onto mine. “Cleanup. And get fucking dressed.” She spins on her heel, heading for the hallbefore stopping and glaring at me over her shoulder. “And call your fuckingmother.”

Then she’s gone, stomping down the hall.

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