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I could ask questions later.

So, that’s what I did. I let Ty do what he wanted. I allowed him to build me up several times before pulling back and doing itall over again. He’d get me just close enough to the point I think he’d send me soaring, and then he’d stop. After the third time, I thought he must have been so impressed by what I’d done last night that he felt the need to reciprocate.

I hadn’t needed it. Ty had always been wonderful to me. But I wasn’t going to complain about it, either.

Eventually,finally, Ty built me up and didn’t stop. He worked me through my orgasm, arguably in the top two or three he’d ever given me, before he kissed his way up my body and cuddled close.

With his arms wrapped firmly around me and my body tucked tight to his, I took some time to breathe in the scent of him and come down from the high.

Then, because it had been so wonderful, I thought he deserved to have me return the favor. I reached my hand down between our bodies, curled my fingers around him, and squeezed firmly as I stroked him.

He groaned at the same time he reached for my wrist and pulled my hand away. Surprised, I tipped my chin up to look at him. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing.”

“I wanted to make you feel good.”

He smiled at me adoringly. “I know. But not this morning.”

“What? Why not? You can’t tell me you don’t want it, Ty. I just felt how excited you are.”

Laughter escaped. “Alana, it’s a safe bet to assume I’ll always want it with you. But that’s not what this is about this morning.”

“You’re turning me down?” I was flabbergasted.

“For sex or a blowjob or whatever else you intended to do to return the favor? Yes.”

My jaw dropped. “I don’t understand. Why?”

“Because I want something else from you today.”

My curiosity had certainly been piqued. “After what you just did for me this morning, I’m not sure there’s much I wouldn’t be willing to give you.”

He grinned, his eyes lighting up in a way I wasn’t sure I’d ever seen before. “That’s what I was hoping for.”

“What do you want me to give you, Ty?”

Ty’s hand came up to the side of my face. His thumb stroked along the apple of my cheek. “I want the day with you.”

“What?”

“I want to spend the day with you.”

It seemed simple enough. The words were self-explanatory. But I was still confused. “We’ve been spending every day together. I don’t understand.”

He shifted his head closer to mine, pressed a kiss to my lips—the taste of me still lingering there—and clarified, “Ever since you and I became an us, we’ve spent time every day working together on your story. I want one day doing something fun with you without any talk about work. Before we dive back into the investigation tomorrow and carry out your plan, I want a day to have you all to myself. It’d mean the world to me, if you would give that to me.”

My heart squeezed. It was a wonder I didn’t melt into a puddle right there in his arms. “You could have just asked, Ty. You didn’t need to do all that stuff this morning.”

“Was it not enjoyable?”

“It was spectacular.”

“So, why are you complaining?”

“I’m not complaining. I loved it. But I think you should know that if there’s ever something you want from me, you can ask. Believe it or not, I like the idea of doing things to make you happy, too.”

Something changed in his expression. There was certainly a level of appreciation there, but there was something elselingering, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. “I’ll try to keep that in mind.”

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