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“Elle,” he rasped and swallowed her moans with a deep kiss.

“That was nice.” Panting, she caressed his cheek.

“Oh, I can do better than nice.” A devilish glint sparked in his eyes. Just as his lips met her skin, an alarm chimed.

“What?” Elle blinked, confused and a little mortified. The alarm sounded like church bells. The worshipping they had done this Sunday morning was certainly not church appropriate.

“Ugh,” he groaned and buried his head against her neck. “My alarm. I set it last night to ensure we had time to get ready for the post-wedding brunch.” His long arms grabbing the phone and turning off the alarm.

“For what?”

“The brunch for your cousin and Jerome, remember?”

“Oh, yeah.” Her tone was a little dazed. “Brunch. Sorry, orgasm brain.” She pointed to her head and then to her satiated smile.

“I noticed.”He kissed below the shell of her ear.

“You’re very good at that.”

He arched a cocky eyebrow.

“Noticing.”She aimed a playful swat at his bicep.

The swat resulted in him kissing her. Maybe she’d swat him more.

“So, you put me to bed last night, closed the blinds, made sure my slippers were by the bed, and set the alarm so wewouldn’t be late for the post-wedding brunch?” She pecked his lips after listing each thing he had done.

“Yup.”

“And gave me an orgasm?”

“Yup.”

“You may be the perfect man.”

His mouth curved into a smirking grin. “I can cook too.”

“Oh god, youareperfect.” A whiney laugh fell out of her.

“We should get ready,” he murmured, licking her throat, causing her to throw her head back with a “mmmm.”

“Oh, yes. Right now,” she whispered, rubbing herself against his impressive arousal hidden beneath those slacks.

“Yup. Right now.” He sucked on her throat.

Their lingering kisses lasted until the ten-minute backup alarm broke them apart.

SIXTEEN

“Oh! I am delighted with this book. I should like to spend my whole life in reading it.”

~Jane Austen,Northanger Abbey

“We need to get this out of our system here, because there will be none of this in front of my aunt and uncle,” Elle warned with a cheeky tone in between more Clayton kisses after they’d pulled into the parking lot of the Sea Serpent for brunch.

“I waited this long to kiss you; I can make it two hours.” He rested his forehead against hers.

“Ok, let’s go,” she said, backing away from him, turning for the door handle.

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