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“Time’s up,” Ginasaid, handing me the wrap. “You ready for me to show you how to do this?”

I nodded and wespent the next few minutes binding Spike’s hands. I had to give him credit, hebarely made a sound and it had to have hurt.

After a quick tripto the all-night pharmacy to pick up his pain meds with Gemma (who once againsupported me in everything), we returned home to find everyone gone and myplace cleaner than when they’d arrived.

“I’m going to getgoing,” Gemma said.

“You can stay,” Icountered.

“You don’t have togo on my account, sweetheart,” Spike said.

“I just got thespare bedroom set up.” I smiled. “Stay, sleep in. I’ll make French toast in themorning.”

“I don’t domornings, love, but if you’re offering in the afternoon when I actually wakeup, I’ll stay.”

I chuckled. “Yougot it.”

“Okay, then. Thankyou.”

“I’ll grab youpajamas.”

“You know I sleepin the buff.”

“Ah… not whileSpike’s here, you don’t.”

She wrinkled hernose. “Right. Sorry.”

Spike laughed.“I’m gonna hit the hay. You two can figure shit out without me.”

“Okay, honey, I’llmeet you in there,” I said, turning back to Gemma. “I’ll bring something foryou to your room.”

“Sounds good.Thanks, love.”

I grabbed her apair of giant sweatpants and an even bigger T-shirt, because even though Iloved my best friend, I wasn’t blind and neither was my man, and she needed tobe covered up as much as possible because she wasgorgeous.

“All set?” Spikeasked, once I walked back into my room.

“Yep.”

He smirked.

“What?” I asked.

“You know itwouldn’t matter.”

“What wouldn’tmatter?”

He shrugged out ofhis T-shirt. “If Gemma walked around buck-naked.”

“I don’t want totempt fate.”

“Baby, you’re nothearing me.”

I huffed, movingto pull my side of the bed down.

“Trixie, look atme.”

I met his eyes andhe smiled. “She could strip down in front of me, and my dick would stay as softas it is right now.”

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