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“I was so nervous. I was so sure I wasn’t going to get the job.”

“You smelled like cake.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Is that why you hired me?”

“Yeah, and you told Ford to back down when he got too rowdy. Knew you could whip that place into shape.”

“I could. I did.”

“And look at me now. In bed with you. I’m a terrible boss.”

“The best boss, honestly. I mean…multiple orgasms. Kisses that could melt me into the floor.”

“They were good?”

“The best. You haven’t lost your touch even after all this time.”

His hand threads through my hair and our foreheads touch.

“I’ve been alone for so long, focused only on raising Ben. Sometimes I think I’m too old for this shit…”

“You’re not. I promise you that. What we just did, the way you managed me, I’d rather you than anyone else.”

His eyes meet mine, just an inch away. “Well, you have me.”

“Good. I plan to make use of it. But Dean…” I touch his cheek, and he sighs into it. “I have some baggage. Like I have Nick and my parents and I’m in debt from school…”

“I have baggage too.”

“All right, but…we’ll have to work through it. Promise me we’ll always work through things.”

“Yeah, we will.”

“Perfect.”

His lips meet mine once more, and I sigh. I think we can do this. I really think we can.

CHAPTER TWELVE

DEAN

The next morning, I can’t stop staring at Avery’s lips. The way his body looks under my jersey. My mind filters back to last night. The way he tasted. The little sounds he made as I snacked on his mouth.

That was way better than the porn I’d been looking at.

It was far more real, more intimate.

I can’t help but feel the sensation of hunger as Avery peers over at me.

“What?” he asks, pausing what he’s doing near the stove. He turns a little further, his body facing mine now, but I don’t answer, I just step up to him. My hands land on his slender hips, and I pick him up, setting him on the counter beside the stove.

“I’m going to burn breakfast,” he whines, so I flick the burner off.

“Better?” I murmur, and he nods with a contented sigh as I step between his spread legs. “Good, because I want to kiss you now.”

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