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Despite my world falling apart around me, I manage to glare at him.
This only makes him chuckle harder.
Finally, he brings me down slowly until I’m fully satiated. He ends it with a soft kiss to my temple.
“Up you go,” he says, helping me off his lap. “I really do have a call in two minutes.”
I straighten my skirt, glancing at his pants. I can’t help but think about what he said he’s thought about at work.Me, under his desk, his cock in my mouth.
“Later,” he says, winking as if he reads my mind.
“Well, then don’t stand for a while.”
He grips his cock and groans. “Noted.”
“Oh, one more thing,” I say as I’m headed to my office. “Fika texted me this morning and they have a shift open tomorrow night.”
“The restaurant?”
I nod. “Yeah. I pick up a couple of shifts there a week if I can.”
“You used to, you mean.” His lips twitch as he goes back to his computer. “Don’t forget to get the report for the gates in San Francisco and Salt Lake City.”
“They’re already in your inbox.”
“I wish I was in your box,” he mumbles.
I shake my head and get back to work.
Chapter 25
Chloe
“Mimi, this is the best damn peach pie I’ve ever had,” Ripley says, wiping his mouth on a napkin. “But if you tell my mother, I’ll deny I said it.”
My grandmother basks in Ripley’s attention on her right, and Tate’s on her left—both charming the hell out of her.
These Brewer men really are the Trifecta of Power.
I laugh, realizing that it was a different three when Nickie and I discussed this. The fact that it still applies is hilarious—and telling.
I refill my glass of iced tea, pretending that I don’t know the pitcher is made of crystal. My plastic one, stained perfectly by years of sweet tea making, was lost in the move. Jason's only pitcher costs a few hundred dollars. He doesn’t know why he has it or when he got it. I let him know that we’ll be getting a new plastic one because I have anxiety attacks every time I’m forced to use his.
He just laughed.
“The lasagna was delicious,” Tate says, holding a forkful up in the air. “Sorry I got here late. My plane was delayed.”
“Then hire your own plane next time,” Jason says, entering our kitchen. He squeezes my butt before wrapping his armsaround me from behind. “What would Sammy say if he could see you now, Mimi? Sitting between two men who clearly have the hots for you.”
Tate bumps Mimi’s arm playfully.
“Who cares? I’m too old to be monogamous. I’m living it up while I’m still kickin’.”
Ripley’s dimple sets on his cheek.
It’s been a week since our wedding, and every day has only gotten better. Mimi’s practically a toddler, buzzing around on her golf cart that Jason had fashioned with a radio. She cruises the neighborhood, listening to Sinatra. You can hear her coming from the street over. And Jason and I have gotten into an easy flow. Our routine begins with a kiss good morning before he leaves a couple of hours before me, and it ends with us cuddled in bed and watching documentaries.Will it always be this way?I don’t know. But every day that passes, the more my hope grows that it will.
Ripley rises from the table, carrying his plate to the sink. “So are you going to get behind the Royals purchase or what?” he asks Jason.
