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Then he got a slight grin on his face. “Someone else is looking pretty chipper this morning.”

“Oh, you mean me?” O’Shea chuckled sassily. “Yeah. I always wake up like this after a smattering of mind-blowing orgasms.”

“A smattering, huh?’ he scoffed. “That technically means a few, a smidgeon, a hint.”

O’Shea shrugged with a tip of her head.

Billboard mock growled. “Well, in that case I’ll have to show you I can do better.”

He rolled, grabbed her around her bare waist, and hoisted her up on top of him. The sheets slipped to her hips, and…

Billboard hummed his appreciation.

“Best possible thing a person could wake up to in the morning,” he murmured, then reached out and cupped both her breasts in his big hands, her nipples immediately drilling holes in his palms.

“Mmm,” O’Shea responded, wiggling her ass on his waking-wood. “I beg to differ. I thinkIhave the best thing, right here.”

“Maybe we should explore both of those statements,” Billboard proposed. “What time is it?” he added gruffly.

O’Shea heaved out a breath. “Too late to do anything because you played hooky yesterday and promised Del you’d be in today.”

“Well, crap,” Billboard moaned, tentatively rolling her nipples. “Maybe I should call in sick.”

O’Shea snorted, then groaned. “Right. Like your boss would believe that.”

He gave one last tweak, lowered his hands, and agreed. “He’d definitely call me out on what I’d be doing if I stayed home.”

Reluctantly, O’Shea lifted herself from her awesome perch and slid off the bed, padding toward the bathroom. “Give me a minute to pee, then join me in the shower?”

“I thought you said we didn’t have time,” he chuckled.

O’Shea turned around, catching him ogling her ass. She gave it a little extra swish as she answered and continued toward his ensuite. “The time we save by showering together should be just enough…”

She let that trail off.

Billboard got the picture.

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Twenty minutes later, after getting both cleananddirty, O’Shea sat across from Billboard at his kitchen table, eating bowls of cereal that snapped and crackled. The atmosphere was upbeat as they flirted, post-sex, and even though O’Shea didn’t want to kill the mood, it was, unfortunately, time to pop Billboard’s happy bubble.

“So, I’ve been thinking…”

He groaned. “Never an auspicious beginning to anything good.”

“Well, maybe not, but I think this might be necessary,” she told him.

“Let me hear it,” he agreed, sighing.

“I think I should move out of here, and take Anna Jakes up on her offer to move in.”

A deep scowl had Billboard’s eyebrows pointing down in the middle.

“But—”

O’Shea held up a hand. “No. Hear me out.”

Billboard nodded, but not cheerily.

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