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“Yelling is not one of the love languages.” I chuckle before noticing that the noise is gone. I venture a look toward the couple’s direction, and sure enough, the two of them are making out—intensely.

“See.” Tiny gives me an amused look.

Boss points his fork toward the couple. “Love language.”

“It’s still weird,” I deadpan.

“Absolutely,” Boss agrees.

“For sure.” Tiny nods.

I eat as much as I can and push my plate toward Boss where, as he promised, he finishes it off.

“I’m going to use the restroom.” I pat Boss’s hand and stand from the table.

“Down the hall to the left,” he instructs.

The inside of Deacon’s house is nice and clean. It has more memorabilia, family photos, and such on the walls than Boss’s. Like Boss’s, it’s also a far cry from the guys’ houses I’ve been to back in Florida. Guys in Chicago must be different. They seem to have their shit together. At least these guys do…well, maybe not Pauly. The verdict is still out on that one.

I find the bathroom and use it. As I’m washing my hands, there’s a knock on the door. “One minute,” I call out.

“It’s me,” a familiar husky timbre responds, and a prickling sensation comes over me at the sound of his voice, giving me goose bumps.

I grab the towel to dry my hands and open the door. “Hey.” A giant smile comes to my face at the sight of Boss. I can’t help it.

“Hey.” He steps into the bathroom and closes the door behind him with a turn of the lock.

I peer around him, and eye him curiously. “What are you doing?”

“I miss you,” he says, taking hold of my hips. A zing of desire fires between us.

My heart dies, and I melt into a puddle of mush right then and there—metaphorically speaking.

I hang the towel back on the rack and circle my arms around Boss’s neck. Standing on my tiptoes, I press my lips to his. “You’re so hot,” I say before pulling his bottom lip into my mouth.

“So are you.” He reaches between us and starts to unbuckle my jean shorts.

I halt his hand. “What are you doing? They’ll hear us. What if someone has to use the restroom?”

It’s unlike me to care what others think, but I know if I embarrass Cam, she’ll never talk to me again.

“Listen.” He bends down and trails kisses down my neck.

I immediately lose all fight and drop my hand from his.

“Pauly just started one of his favorite stories. Everyone’s listening intently. It’s one I’ve heard before, so I know it’ll give us a good twenty minutes.”

“You sure?” I start to shimmy down my shorts before he has time to respond.

“Absolutely.” He follows suit and pulls down his shorts. He produces a condom and slides it on.

His hands grab me on either side of my waist, and he lifts me onto the bathroom counter. He nudges my knees open and positions his long length at my opening. My mouth falls open with a gasp, and I raise my eyes. Boss catches me in his stare. He licks his bottom lip before pulling it between his teeth. His expression is one of drunk lust.

He teases me, running his tip up and down my entrance. “I’m quickly becoming addicted to you.” He never fails to make my heart still.

I’m aching with want. “Me too.”

With my admission, he pushes into me, and I clamp my lips shut to keep from yelling out.

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