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“As soon as the feeling in my legs comes back, I’ll eat you out.”

“Why do you need your legs to eat me out?” she wondered.

He considered that. “You’re right, I don’t. Get up here.”

She was already climbing back onto the bed, swinging a leg over to straddle his face. She reached up to grab the headboard, then realized it was fastened to the wall and there was nothing to grab. “Wait, there’s nothing for me to hang on to.”

“Tough,” he said and dragged her down.

She was worked up enough from blowing him that it didn’t take him long to get her there, his trademark thumb-and-tongue-fuck combined with the mustache action on her clit doing the job quickly and efficiently. When she was a panting,wheezing puddle on the bed beside him, he sat up. “Okay, we’re really late now.”

“I know.” She still couldn’t see the clock, but outside the hotel window, the winter sun was high in the sky. She flung out a hand. “Hand me my phone and I’ll text Tuck.”

“What are you going to tell him?”

“That we overslept?”

“Like he won’t see right through that,” Jude muttered and grabbed his phone.

“What are you telling him?” she asked.

“That I was busy going down on you.” He looked up from the screen. “He’ll know anyway.”

She snickered. “You’re not telling him I was blowing you with my thumb up your butt?”

He paused, then continued typing. “What the hell. Maybe it’ll make him jealous.”

She rolled onto her side, giggling. “Why? Does Esme not like doing that?”

“I don’t know, but I bet he’ll tell us.” He put the phone on the bedside table and tugged her off the bed. “Come on. We need a shower.”

“There’s no orgy today, right?” she asked, letting herself be dragged into the bath. “It’s just dinner?”

“Just dinner,” he confirmed, reaching into the shower to turn on the water. “The orgy was a one-time-only deal.”

“Good.” With the water running hot, she stepped into it. “I didn’t bring any orgy-appropriate clothing.”

He chuckled, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “You’re not nervous, are you?”

“Not really.” She turned to face him, tipping her head back to wet her hair. “I like your friends.”

He smiled. “They like you, too. They especially like that you’ve got me wrapped around your finger.”

“I like that, too,” she said smugly.

“I know.” He dropped a gentle kiss on her nose. “How’s this doing? All healed?”

“Just about.” She’d gotten the septum piercing the night before he’d left for training camp in September. The process had fascinated him—and turned him on so much that he’d almost been late to meet the team bus the next morning.

“So fucking sexy,” he murmured, giving the gold and diamond jewelry he’d picked out a gentle flick.

“You’re such a slut for my piercings,” she teased.

“I’m a slut for you,” he corrected and lowered his head for a lingering kiss.

When he lifted his head, she broached the subject they’d both been avoiding. “Congratulate me. I finally unpacked my last box.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he grumbled.

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