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Blake pressed a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth. “I think she’d be proud of you.”

They stayed slotted together for several long moments, the only sound coming from the thermocycler and extractor fans.

“Would you like to stay over tonight?” Blake whispered.

Pember’s belly swooped. “At your house? I-in your bed?”

Blake chuckled. “Unless you’d like to sleep on the sofa?”

“I… um… can Bailey come?”

Blake cocked an eyebrow. “As a chaperone or…?”

“N-no, just for a sleepover with George.”

“Sure.” Blake grinned. “I have a spare toothbrush, if you’d like.”

Pember blushed wildly, making Blake’s smile grow even wider.

“You were sitting on my face not twenty-four hours ago, why are you blushing over a toothbrush?”

Pember covered his face. “It’s not the toothbrush, it’s the implications behind the toothbrush.”

“And what implications are those?”

Pember groaned. “Just forget it. Yes, I’d love to have a toothbrush at your place.”

Blake nodded, running his fingers up Pember’s ribs. “Good. And what would the implications be when I tell you I have a ginger guinea pig called Chester?”

Pember squealed.

CHAPTER 29

BREAKFAST OF CHAMPIONS

Blake

Soft breathsand Pember’s tousled hair tickled Blake’s chest in the early morning light. It’d gone midnight when they finally returned home, checked on Val, showered, cleaned their teeth and fell into bed. Blake had had to prop Pember against his shoulder as he scrubbed his back, because he’d all but fallen asleep on his feet.

Blake still hadn’t heard from the inspector. In fact, he hadn’t heard from anyone, which was a true fucking novelty. But as he gazed down at the omega in his arms, his wolf was quiet, and for once they both felt content.

The sun was already up, the birds well into their dawn chorus. It was the latest he had slept in a long time, and he felt weirdly drunk.

Having Pember’s warm body plastered against his side filled him with an overwhelming sense of wholeness. Like there was nowhere else he’d rather be than wrapped up in his skinny arms.

Pember was wearing one of Blake’s T-shirts with nothing but a little black thong underneath, and when he bent his leg the blanket shifted, revealing his long, pale thigh and perfectlyround arse. He had the urge to bury his face in between Pember’s cheeks, the thought making his morning wood even stiffer in his boxers.

“Are you watching me?” Pember whispered, quirking a brow without opening his eyes.

Blake snorted, squeezing his hip. “Would you believe me if I said no?”

“Pervert,” Pember sighed, hooking an ankle around his knee to tangle their legs together. “What time is it?”

Blake tapped his phone on the bedside table. “Six o’clock.”

“What time are we going in?”

Blake chuckled and kissed his forehead. “You know, I had a crazy idea.”

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