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“I was hoping to catch some breakfast,” she admitted, smiling. “But I even beat Eddie here.”

“Where’s Cato?”

“He was still in bed with the cats when I left,” Rynn admitted. “But I left a note. He’ll be around eventually. Did Eddie say what he was making this morning? I have my heart set on French toast.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s all you need to tell Eddie to get exactly that,” I admitted. “I let it slip that I love creamy mushroom stroganoff. And we’re now having that for lunch today. I mean, you know, if you don’t have other plans,” I was quick to add, not wanting to overstay my welcome. But also really, really wanting to stay.

“Got nothing going on today but hanging with you,” Levee said, fingers digging a little possessively into my hip.

“Well, looks like I’m late this morning,” Eddie said as he came in the back door, his arms full of grocery bags. “Rynn, you feeling French toast, aren’t you?”

“How’d you know?”

“‘Cause that’s the only time you’re here this early,” he said, giving her a smile.

“Can I ask for hash browns too, or am I being too greedy?”

“I could go for hash browns,” I said, getting a smile from Rynn.

“I can’t let my girls down,” Eddie said, puffing up at getting to cook us what we wanted. Which was maybe the sweetest thing I’d ever seen. “Besides, it was already in the plans,” he added, pulling a bag of potatoes out.

“Can we help you with anything?” I asked.

“Your girl cooks?” Eddie asked, looking at Levee.

“I’m not like you by any means,” I said. “But I keep myself fed.” Though the soup ingredients I’d bought over a week ago rotting in my crisper spoke of a different story right then.

“Love the offer, but I wanna cookforyou. Go hang with Levee.”

“Yeah, come hang with Levee,” Levee said, eyes bright.

“I can help cook,” Rynn offered.

“You will sit and keep me company,” Eddie said, clearly not wanting her help for some reason, but being as nice as possible about it.

Levee pulled me back up the stairs with him, his hand not too subtly sliding under the tee to squeeze my nearly-bare ass.

I was one step in the bedroom when his lips were on mine. He kept his head tilted to the side, careful to avoid hitting my nose with his.

My hands started to roam as his tongue toyed with mine, his minty toothpaste mixing with the cinnamon-flavored one I’d found to use in the hall closet.

My fingers found their way under his shirt, feeling the warm skin of his back, then slipping down further to slip into his pants, finding his firm ass and giving it a squeeze.

A rumble moved through him at that as he backed me against the door, grinding his hard cock into me.

I lifted my leg, hooking it around his hip, then writhing myself against his hardness as his teeth nipped my lower lip hard enough to drag a moan out of me.

Levee’s hands slipped under my shirt, teasing up my front, and slipping under the cups of my bathing suit top, cupping my breasts.

The need and impatience grew. My hands yanked at his pants, pulling them down off of his hips, then reaching to wrap my hand around his cock.

Levee’s lips pulled from mine, burying in my neck as I started to work him with my hand.

After a moment, his own hand found its way into my panties, finding me already soaked for him.

His thumb moved up to my clit as two of his fingers slipped inside of me, thrusting lazily, driving me up achingly slowly.

“Levee,” I whimpered, desperate for more, for the fullness of him inside of me.

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