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But she needs sleep.

I don’t want to disturb her.

I also don’t want to leave her alone, so I don’t leave the penthouse. I do a quick workout in my mini gym, complete with a cold plunge, and then I shower, eat a quick breakfast, and head to my home office to do some work.

Yeah, people do actually work on Sundays, though I doubt Garrett Ramirez does.

I suck down two cups of coffee before I switch to water.

I’m knee deep in emails and a new contract when—

“Braden?”

I check my watch.

One p.m. Good. Skye needed the sleep.

“In the office,” I call out to her.

I’m staring at my laptop screen when she enters.

“Hey,” she says.

“Good morning. Or should I say good afternoon?” I finally look up and suck in a breath. She’s wearing the button-down I wore last night. “You look fucking sexy in my shirt.”

She smiles.

“What are you working on?”

“Nothing that can’t wait. Come here.” I move my hand downward and pull my hard dick out of my lounge pants. Her ass may be still be sore, but that pussy is up for grabs.

And I’m grabbing.

She parts her lips.

“Fuck, you’re sexy,” I say. “Climb on, Skye.”

She’s wet already. I can smell her—that intoxicating scent of tangy citrus, erotic musk, and simply Skye.

She climbs onto my lap and straddles me, slowly easing down onto my erection.

“God…” she groans.

I return her groan as we sit immobile for a few seconds, relishing the feeling of her warmth.

“Fuck.” I inhale. “I can’t get enough of you. Never enough.”

I take charge then, and grip her hips, lifting her until my cock head is only teasing her pussy lips. I hold her there for a minute, her nipples abrading the cotton of my shirt. She struggles against my strength, trying to sink back down, and I finally push her back down onto my hardness.

It’s quick. It’s lusty. It’s not romantic at all, but I don’t care. It’s us.

Simply us.

I grasp her harder and harder. “Braden! I’m going to come. God!”

“Do it, baby. Do it. Come.”

With my words, she shatters, never taking her eyes off mine.

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