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I want it to be like this every night.

I want her in my bed every night, my cum in her mouth, between her legs, on her skin.

After a minute, she shivers.

I run a hand up her side. “Aw, baby, you cold?”

“A little.”

“Any interest in a shower?”

Her eyes light up. “Only if you’re in it with me.”

Later, after we’ve cleaned up and we’re back in bed, it starts to rain.

It’s quiet at first. A drizzle. Then it comes down harder on the tin roof, the sound like a steady, rolling thunder that’s somehow soothing.

“It’s like a lullaby,” Mollie says sleepily. She’s naked, the little spoon to my big one.

We’re on our sides. My arm is locked around her waist. Her ass is pressed into my lap. I nose the back of her neck, inhaling the scent of her skin. I could go for another round—easily—but I know Mollie needs her rest.

“Go to sleep, honey.” I kiss her nape.

She grabs the forearm I’ve got on her waist and gives it a squeeze. “Night, Cash.”

“Night, cowgirl.”

I hear the smile in her voice when she says, “I like that nickname better.”

“Let’s sleep in a little, yeah?” I find myself asking. “I know I said I’d take you home early, but if I’m being honest, I’d really like you to stay.”

Mollie goes still. “Cash Rivers wants tosleep in?”

“Just a little,” I say with a chuckle. “I won’t set an alarm. Fair warning: I’ll probably be up early anyway.”

CHAPTER 24

Mollie

BREAKFAST IN BED

I wakeup sore and smelling like Cash.

The scent of his body wash rises off my skin. Burying my face in the pillow, I smell his detergent too.

For such a filthy-minded guy who has a very dirty job, Cash keeps a very clean house. Because he’s not delicious enough with his hats and his thoughtfulness and his big, athletic, obscenely gorgeous body, he also lives like a real human. One who has real interests and whose house feels like a real home. I’ve been to Palmer’s place a few times, and while it’s in a nice building in a nice part of uptown Dallas, it’s sterile—from the expensive but bland furniture no one ever uses to the empty shelves in the living room.

Cash’s place is cozy. Comfortable. Lived in.

I love it.

The window across the room is open. It’s early, the light barely gray. The rain has stopped, and now a cool, crisp breeze blows into the room. My heart leaps at the thought that autumn has finally arrived.

Somehow, Cash and I are still spooning.

Somehow, I’m still turned on, despite the pair of epic orgasms he gave me last night.

Ordinarily, I’d feel a flare of panic. I make it a point to never overstay my welcome at a guy’s place. Mornings can be awkward, and no one is a fan of the walk of shame. Usually, I prefer to get laid and get gone.

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