Page 28 of Waiting Game

“Me too. You think I read romance for the hell of it?”

“But you’re a fuckboi!”

“And? You don’t know where you’ll find that pot of gold if you don’t go hunting for it.”

“You’re a romantic fuckboi. That should be an illegal combination.”

“I can assure you it’s deadly.”

“Apparently. Still, you gained some experience… Are you a romantic fuckboi who’s good in bed?”

“My reputation wasn’t on Google?”

“It’s yet to overtake your hockey stats. Unfortunately for your ego, most people seem to be more interested in that than your bed game.”

I cluck my tongue. “For shame.”

A chuckle escapes her. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation.”

I can.

Our rapport is chef’s kiss good.

Not that I say that.

I trail a finger down the curve of her hip. “What’ll it be? A ride on theCole Expressor sleep?”

“You a two-pump chump, Cole?”

It takes a minute for me to realize what she meant, but I snicker. “Two hundred pump.”

She lets loose a choked laugh, but it morphs into a soft breath as she whispers, “Can we keep on talking?”

Tightening my hold on her, I smile into the darkness. “Uh-huh.”

“Cole?”

“Yeah?”

“If we sleep, you can wake me up,” she says in a rush.

“You need the rest,” I start to argue.

“No. I mean, you canwake me up.” For a moment, I don’t say anything. But the lord loves a vacuum. “I’m on the shot.”

“Good to know… You sure about this?”

“I’m sure.

“How sure?”

“Very.”

A somnophiliac, hmm.

“You know you’re supposed to be in a trusted relationship for this stuff, right?”

“I like what I like.”

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