Page 86 of That Kind of Guy

But he slid out from under me and jogged over to the bathroom.

“Get back here!”

“I’ll be fast, I promise.”

A second later, I heard the shower turn on. I slipped out of bed and paused at the door of the bathroom, watching my Greek god stand under the water, head tilted back to wet his hair, eyes closed. His erection jutted out and a flush of pleasure and excitement bloomed low in my belly.

“Hi,” I said, stepping into the shower.

His eyes opened and flared with heat as he pulled me closer. “Hi.”

* * *

“CanI make you some breakfast before I leave,sweetheart?” Emmett asked downstairs as he moved around the kitchen.

I poured a coffee and shook my head. “No, thank you,darling. I’ll have something at the restaurant. I don’t like to eat right away in the mornings.”

“Noted.” He pressed a kiss against my temple, making me grin into my coffee.

Last night was…sigh. And then again last night was…sigh. And this morning? Sigh. And then again in the shower? Siiiiigh.

I took a sip of coffee, surveying him over the mug. “If this is life being married to Emmett Rhodes, I could get used to this.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around me from behind. I settled into his warm embrace, leaning back into him.

“Let me make you dinner tonight. We can have a quiet night before tomorrow’s chaos.”

And he even cooked. What wormhole had I tripped and fell through? “That sounds perfect.”

His mouth came to my neck, and I shivered. What was it about his touch that elicited such a reaction from me? It was like I was magnetized to him, drawn to him, and responsive to any touch or brush of his fingers. Even after two orgasms this morning, I craved his touch.

“Do we have time?” My voice was soft, and I could already feel my desire growing. “Don’t you have to get to work?”

“Don’t care.” His voice was low. He kissed the corner of my mouth and my eyes fell closed.

On the counter, a phone buzzed.

“Is that me or you?” I mumbled against his mouth.

“Don’t care,” he said again. He turned my chair so that I faced him before gripping my hair, tilting my head back, and kissing me deep. I moaned into his mouth.

The buzzing stopped and the kitchen was quiet except for the rustle of our hands on each other’s clothing and the little gasps coming from me as Emmett ran his mouth down my neck.

The buzzing started again.

He groaned in irritation and raised his head to look over my shoulder. “It’s your phone.”

“I’ll turn it off.” I reached for it. Max’s name flashed across the screen. I frowned at Emmett. “I should get this.”

“No.” He took it from my hand and placed it on the counter before pulling me back to him.

I laughed and melted into him.

The buzzing began again, and Emmett groaned.

“Let me just see what he wants, and we can go back to fooling around like teenagers,” I told him, and he sighed, keeping his arms locked around me. I answered the call. “Hi, Max.”

“This better be good,” Emmett growled beside me, loud enough for Max to hear.

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