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I’m half on top of Savannah, her soft breaths brushing against my neck, her body warm and relaxed beneath mine.

And my cock is the hardest it has ever been.

Fuck me!

Chapter Twenty

Savannah

I blink awake slowly, my head feeling heavier than usual. The first thing I notice is warmth—steady and solid beneath me. My hand rests on something firm, and it takes me a second to realize it’s Troy.

I take in his broad chest, his brown hair that’s a little mussed, and that woodsy, pine scent that’s so distinctly him. I also notice the lines of his jaw, the rise and fall of his breathing, steady beneath my palm.

Then I realize…he’s hard, and I’m…trapped right beneath him. My heart skips, my breath catching.

His eyes open slowly, and the instant he registers what’s happening, he shifts, pulling away with a soft, awkward chuckle.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, raking a hand through his hair.

“It’s…it’s okay.” I sit up, smoothing my hair and giving him a tentative smile. “What time is it?”

He checks his watch. “Just before six.”

I run a hand through my hair, still trying to shake off the fog of sleep. “Is Noah up yet?”

“No, not yet,” he says, his voice softer, like he’s still half-awake. But when I look over, he’s staring at me, his gaze tracing over my face, then lingering on my lips. A flush of warmth rises in my stomach, pooling low, catching me off guard.

“Savannah…” His voice is low, almost a growl, and I can feel it in my bones.

“Yes, Troy?” I manage to whisper back, my own voice betraying the sudden nervous energy swirling around us.

He clears his throat. “What’s going on with you and Jamie?”

The question catches me off guard. “Jamie?” I hesitate, then sigh. “We…we slept together. It was…unexpected.”

He nods slowly. “Okay.”

My cheeks burn, and before I can stop myself, I add, “And…I slept with Jared too. Before I came here to work, before any of this.”

He nods again, his gaze lifting to the ceiling. “All right.”

A silence settles, thick and heavy, and I can’t help but wonder where his mind’s at. “Are…are you going to fire me?” I ask quietly, bracing myself for his answer.

He glances over, holding my gaze. “Actually, Savannah, I’m trying not to be jealous.”

My breath catches, and I can barely find the words. “What…what do you mean?”

“You know exactly what I mean, Savannah,” he murmurs, his voice dark and low, sending a shiver down my spine.

And then we’re moving, or maybe neither of us moves, but we’re just…there, close, lips crashing together, hands roaming,finding each other in that charged moment. He tastes so good, like coffee and warmth, and I can’t get enough.

“Quiet,” he whispers against my mouth, his hands sliding over me.

“Yes,” I breathe, feeling his touch as he holds me close, and everything else fades away.

I can’t think straight, my heart racing as Troy’s hands slide under my T-shirt. The warmth of his skin ignites something inside me—something primal.

My breath hitches when he pulls the fabric over my head, exposing my bare skin to the cool air.

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