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“Oh, doll, you have no idea,” I answer and walk back over toward her to bury my face between her bare breasts. I lick and suck at her nipples until she’s squealing uncontrollably.

And I don’t pull away until I hear three knocks sound from the door.

“Room service!” a male voice calls from the hallway.

“First, we eat,” I call over my shoulder as I head out of the bedroom. “And then, I dine!”

Her responding laughter follows me all the way to the door.

I’m starting to think it might be the best thing I’ve ever heard.

Monday, March 4th

Rachel

Sunlight peeks in through the windows of our hotel room, and I blink my eyes open. When I reach out to feel the spot beside mine, the one where Ty should be, I realize he’s already out of bed.

What time is it?I wonder and turn on my side to grab my phone off the nightstand.

7:30 a.m.glares back at me.

Ugh. Too early.

I squint, and when I spot two missed text message notifications on the screen, I open my inbox and realize they’re from my father. The first came in about thirty minutes ago.

Dad: There’s still time for me to swing by and pick you up on my way to the conference. Call me.

And the second one was delivered about ten minutes ago.

Dad: Rachel, sweetheart, I can’t deny this is highly disappointing. I thought you were realizing what it means to be focused on your career.

Why does he always have to make things so damn difficult?

I throw my head back onto the pillows and sigh. When that doesn’t ease the annoyance, I turn onto my belly and silently scream into the cushy fabric. And once I finish with my tiny hissy fit, I decide on two things—I’m not going to text him back, and I’m not going to feel guilty about it.

I already told him that I was busy this week.

Sure, I’m busy spending the week with someone he explicitly told me not to, but I don’t care. It’s no one’s business but mine. And Ty’s. We are both grown-ass adults who are capable of making their own decisions.

Officially talked off the guilt-ledge, I slide out of bed, my mind focused on enjoying the day.

After a quick pit stop in the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth, I head out into the main area of our suite to see where the sexy man with the talented mouth and big cock is hiding.

It doesn’t take long before I spot the sight of his tight ass in a pair of boxer briefs.

“Good morning,” I croak out as I shuffle from the small hallway of our suite into the kitchen, where Ty is currently pouring coffee into not one but two mugs. “I really hope one of those is for me.”

“Of course.” He grins, and I don’t miss the fact that he adds two scoops of sugar and a little bit of whole milk to one mug—my exact coffee preference—and hands that mug to me. I also know that he won’t add anything to the other cup, which he doesn’t, because Ty prefers his coffee black.

I have no idea when we got to the point where we know how each other likes our coffee, but apparently, that’s exactly where we’re at.

It’s probably because things are starting to feel serious…

I force myself to take a drink from the mug, and Ty hitches one boxer-brief-covered hip against the counter.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Like I have the past two nights.” I smile at him over my coffee. “Like a damn baby because I’m pretty sure this hotel’s mattress and bedding are produced in actual heaven.”

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