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“Well, so are you, but you can’t just go around biting people,” she replied, and pouted.

“You’re not people,” I scoffed.

“I’m not?”

“No. You’re mine.”

Then I lowered my head and took her mouth, staking my claim. Clementine moaned and tilted her head, kissing me back with everything she had.

We stood there beneath the spray of the shower, wrapped up in one another, kissing like our lives depended on it—and who knew, maybe they did—for a very long time.

Chapter 23-Clementine

“Shit.”

I dropped my mouse on the floor for the third time in the last half hour as I tried to clean up the rest of my files.

My cousins were coming by with my little sisters for lunch, since it was a work from home day.

The sound of my washer singing told me it was time to switch loads, and I ran to do just that.

I didn’t want to clean my bedding, preferring to keep Connor’s masculine scent all over my sheets. But I knew those heifers would climb on my bed and the idea made me pea green with envy.

I just didn’t want to share him with them. Not like that.

Oh my God. I’m being crazy.

But I shrugged and switched the machines, carrying my clean sheets to the bedroom. Connor had left at seven this morning. He had work to do, and really, so did I.

But he’d stayed the whole night. We talked, kissed, snuggled in bed, and ate scrambled eggs in the nude in the kitchen.

And yes, we had sex three more times. The man was a goddamn rock star. He was almost as insatiable as I was.

I was reminded of it every time I moved. My poor pussy was just sore, unused to that kind of attention. But Connor made up for it by kissing it all better before he left with a promise to pick me up at seven for a late dinner.

Apparently, the big man wanted to show me his place.

His onyx eyes had glittered in the early morning sun when he told me about it.

Apparently, he lived about twenty minutes away in Verona. Of course, nerd that I was, I immediately made a reference to Romeo and Juliet.

“You a fan of forbidden romance, Darlin’?”

“I mean, I love romance, sure, and I am a fan of Shakespeare. But those two could have saved everyone a whole lotta grief had they just been honest.”

He’d looked at me strangely then, canting his head before burying his hands in my hair and dragging me to him for a panty-melting goodbye kiss.

I clenched my thighs together, trying to stop my body’s helpless reaction to Connor. Even thinking about him was enough to send me into a wanton spiral.

The doorbell sounded the second I finished putting the last pillowcase on and I went to answer it, letting the girls in.

“Lunch!!!” Lucy shouted as she waltzed off the elevator with a platter of sushi in hand.

“Michaela is sorry she couldn’t make it, but the baby is ‘fussy’ today. I don’t know what that means,” Andrea said, using air quotes.

I just grinned and gave everyone air kisses as they filed into my dining area. It wasn’t really a room, the apartment just wasn’t big enough for one. But it was definitely its own section.

“Hey sis,” Coral, my younger sister, welcomed me with a playful smirk and a hug.

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