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“You’re annoying first thing in the morning.”

“I take much offense to that.” I grind my hips into hers, my cock sliding effortlessly over her clit. “But I’ll go ahead and let you make it up to me now.”

She groans. “No more sex.”

“I didn’t mean that, but since you mentioned it…”

She gives me a hard stare. “No.”

I laugh. “Fine. How about you join me for a quick shower then?”

“No shower sex either. Shower sex is still sex.”

“Shower sex is the most overrated sex there is. It’s cold and wet and hard to keep balanced—not worth it. I just meant for a quick wash. Then we gotta get going ’cause I have to pick Xavie up at seven thirty.”

I hate saying the words, and I can tell she hates it too.

Goodbye.

It’s coming and we both know it.

Our plan from the beginning was to work each other out of our systems and move on. I’ve always been the type of man to honor plans, but now? Now I want to break them more than I’ve ever wanted to break anything in my life.

But, I have Monty to consider. Is that what she wants? Taking on something other than a meaningless fling with a single dad is hard.

Is that somethingIevenwant to do? I’m finally in a good place with Holly and Xavie. We’re doing good; would adding someone new to the mix be a good thing right now?

Fuck.I don’t know. I hate that this is so hard.

She still hasn’t answered, and I can see the wheels spinning in her head. She’s considering if she should say no, and I can pinpoint the exact moment when she decides.

“I’d, uh, I’d rather not,” she lies. “I’m going to head home and shower there. No offense or anything, just not into showering in a stranger’s bathroom.”

There she goes using that word again.

Stranger.

I’m no stranger and she knows it.

But, I get it; it’s her way of separating things.

“Totally understand. Wait for me while I shower? I’ll be out in less than five minutes.”

She nods. “Sure. I’ll be here.”

Giving her one last kiss, I roll away and climb off the bed. When I peek over my shoulder, I’m not surprised to find her pushed up on her elbows, checking me out.

“You just wanted to stare at my ass.”

“Guilty.” She grins back at me.

Her eyes scan my body, her gaze landing on my junk, which has been standing at full attention for far too long. She takes the time to peruse my body, her lip between her teeth as she looks over my tattoos for the millionth time like she can’t get enough of them.

The way she looks at me…shit, it just does something I can’t explain. I canfeelit, all over the place. It’s like she’s grazing over my skin with her fingers, not her eyes.

Despite what she said earlier, she wants me again, and I want her too. I want to stride back over to the bed and use my hands to give her the same appreciation she’s giving me right now.

“It’s weird,” she murmurs, still staring. “You say I’m beautiful, but then I look at you and I think there’s no way that’s possible. The gods sculpted you themselves, Robbie.”

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