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He wanted this to be sex that changed Riley’s life. The kind that had her thinking about him all the damn time…a penance for how much he thought about her.

Tit for tat, or something.

He found the swollen nub of her clit, massaging it between his thumb and forefinger as his cock fired off the final rounds. Riley screamed and arched her back, almost trying to escape, but he held her tight against him, watching as the expressions seared across her face.

When Riley’s chest was heaving and she’d wilted against him one final time, pure deadweight, he pulled back and kissed her forehead.

She murmured something unintelligible. Something that sounded like pure satisfaction.

Levi fought to catch his breath and wrapped his arms around her.

He didn’t want to move yet.

He liked it right here.

Chapter 13

Mrrrrrrnnnnrrn.

Riley jolted awake, totally disoriented.

She blinked a few times, trying to figure out where in the hell she was. Light strained at the edges of a tightly drawn shade. Steel gray covers all around her. And then pure male all around her—carmelized copper and the dreamy scent of the outdoors, a tang of sweat. She buried her face in the pillow, relishing the thrill of inhaling this scent. Living in it.

Levi.

Clarity crashed through her, and she remembered. She was in Levi’s apartment. Levi’s bed. Bathing in his scent. Her kneejerk reaction was relief, something deep-seated and primal that uncoiled with bliss.

Mrrrrnnnrnnn.

Levi stirred beside her. That noise hadn’t been in her dreams, then. He sat upright, tossing the covers aside as he bolted out of bed. He grabbed for a pair of black workout shorts, hopping from foot to foot as he struggled to put them on in the dim morning.

Riley sat up, rubbing at her eyes. “Is everything okay?”

“Go back to sleep.” His voice was groggy, not fully there. “And stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Levi slipped out of the bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him. Riley yawned and rubbed at her eyes again, listening to the quiet of the morning. Drowsiness overcame her again, and she collapsed back into the pleasant nest of Levi’s bed.

As she was drifting off again, something crashed in the apartment.

Her eyes snapped open, and she stared at the ceiling, entire body tuning in to the sounds beyond the bedroom door. What the hell was going on out there? And why wouldn’t Levi tell her what his bizarre roommate situation was?

The fact that she didn’t know—that he’d never properly explained, despite her asking—crashed back over her. She couldn’t imagine why he was being so secretive—soweirdabout it.

Even amid the still-pulsing euphoria from her many, many orgasms through their night together, she could still imagine the worst. Probably he had a girlfriend or maybe an entire family on the other side of that door. And here she was, tucked into the guest room like a dirty secret. Or maybe this wasn’t his place. Maybe he’d snuck her into someone else’s apartment, and now the fallout was about to happen.

Because this thing between them—no matter how life changing that sex had been—couldn’t end well. No, she knew better than to expect that. Levi had to have a dirty secret. A deal breaker lurking in the shadows. Even worse than what she already knew about him, that he was a tabloid headline waiting to happen.

Laughter drifted from somewhere beyond the bedroom door. But it wasn’t Levi’s. Her stomach twisted. Soft voices, and then shushing. Probably Levi. Telling his harem to be quiet.

Sleepiness had left her and wouldn’t be returning. No, she only had questions now. Uncertainty. And for some dumb reason…a little bit of heartbreak.

Riley checked her phone. Seven a.m. At this hour, the sounds on the other side of the door were probably his two infant children he’d neglected to tell her about. She hoped there wasn’t an angry wife out there too.

Levi came back into the bedroom as she was slipping her bra back on. The door shut, and then he crawled onto the bed behind her.

“What are you doing?” His breath grazed her ear before his lips pressed a trail over her shoulder.

She whipped around to look at him. “I think I should go. You still haven’t told me what the hell is going on with your living situation, and I’m kind of done with wondering.”

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