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I walk over to the fridge and pull open the doors. Robbie leans against the counter, watching me and letting me explore.

“Checking out my fridge too? Damn.”

“I had to check for severed heads.”

“I keep those in the basement.”

I tap the side of my head. “Smart thinking.”

“I know. You gonna let all my food spoil?”

“Huh?” He nods toward the still open fridge. “Oh rats. Sorry.”

I take a quick peek inside and am surprised to find so much healthy food.

“Not what you were expecting, huh?”

“Not at all. I thought for sure it would be takeout box after takeout box. That’s what our fridge looks like. Denny isn’t much of a cook, and cooking for one isn’t very fun.”

“You cook?” he asks, flabbergasted.

“I dabble.”

“Nice. I make meals at home as often as I can. Makes the dad life easier sometimes too.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

We fall silent, and the reality of the situation lands on me. I’m in Robbie’s apartment, in his space. I’m looking through his cabinets, his fridge, acquainting myself with his pet. I’m in his life now, and it’s so weird that I didn’t even know him a month ago.

If we do this tonight, if we follow through with our plan, it’ll all be over.

I’m not sure I want that, but I am sure I don’t want tonight tonothappen.

The sexual tension rises with each step I take toward him. I don’t stop until our toes are touching. With a much-needed breath of confidence, I look up into his searching eyes.

“I’m ready.”

Twelve

Robbie

I’m ready.

With two words, my cock is throbbing painfully against my jeans.

I haul her to me, dropping my mouth to hers in an instant. The way she feels against me…fuck. It’s like she was made for me, which feels so fucking foreign.

She’s pliant and soft beneath me, begging for more with her body.

I want more. I want itbad.

I slide my hands down her sides and grip her ass, lifting her until she’s wrapped her legs around my waist. I spin us until she’s sitting atop the counter.

“You missed this, didn’t you, Monty?”

She lets out the softest sigh when I say her name.

“You know you sigh when I say your name?”

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