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“Shower. We’re gonna hit bridge traffic.”

Even though he couldn’t see me I still smiled.

What could I say? A night of great sex, followed by a morning of the same—even if it was the butt ass crack of dawn and I hadn’t had coffee yet—my day was shaping up to be awesome.

“And for the record,” he started. “Neither. Last night when you were riding me wild was the best sex I’ve ever had—bar none.”

It wasn’t until I was in the shower rinsing the shampoo out of my hair did his words penetrate.

Best sex I’ve ever had.

I’d said, ‘hottest sex’.

He’d said, ‘best sex.’

Me on top riding wild was the best sex Smith had ever had?

He was a guy. I’d been on top doing all the work while giving him a full view of my body.

Men liked boobs.

That had to be the reason…right?

It couldn’t be something more…right?

Damn.

Now I couldn’t stop the deliberation in my mind.

Did he or didn’t he feel something beyond the physical?

CHAPTER NINE

“How pissed do you think your woman would be if I tackled her to the ground and stole her phone so I could change this shit playlist?” Jonas inquired with his head tilted back, staring at the ceiling as if he could Jedi mind trick Aria’s music to stop.

Fucking hell, here we go.

It was highly likely she’d be pissed. It was a definite I’d be engaged.

“She’s not my woman,” I corrected, then yelled, “Aria!”

“Yeah?”

“Switch playlists, woman, this shit sucks!”

The music got louder.

Jonas righted his head. I shrugged.

“You knew she’d turn that shit up,” he accused.

He was right, I did. What could I say? The music was shit but she was amusing.

“No letter.” Jonas brought us back to work.

“I’ll have Kira check if George or Brittney put in for mail forwarding.”

Jonas nodded as he glanced around the dining room.

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