Page 46 of Getting the Grinder
“I think we stopped hating each other,” I say lightly.
She laughs. “I can’t promise I’ll never get mad at you again, though.”
“Understood.”
She rolls onto her side, so I move onto my side, too.
“I don’t want things to be awkward with us,” she says.
“They won’t.”
“I know you have to be up early, so I’ll get dressed. We don’t have to cuddle. Can you still give me a ride home?”
“I’ll take you home, but not yet.”
She yawns. “Why not yet? Do you want an all-night fuckathon? Because I’m not sure I can do it.”
“I don’t want you to go. I’ll make the omelets and we can eat in bed and get some sleep. I’ll take you home on my way to the airport.”
There’s a moment of quiet before she says, “Okay. Make mine extra cheesy.”
I kiss her once, then again. I’ve never felt so content this soon after a panic attack, even with medication. I don’t know if it was the sex or just Mara being here.
It feels damn good, though. I’m not spiraling over my knee anymore. I want to just be here with her tonight—both physically and in my head.
Chapter Sixteen
Mara
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I set down a heavy case of files on my assistant Missy’s desk, every muscle in my legs hurting.
“Do you have any ibuprofen?” I ask her.
“Of course. I’m the office dealer, remember?” She opens her desk drawer and takes out a large pill organizer. “I’ll help you carry those to the courtroom.”
“No, it’s okay.” I take the two pills she offers. “Thanks.”
“Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re not feeling well.”
It’s probably the dark circles beneath my eyes making her think that. I got maybe two hours of sleep last night at Leo’s. But other than the exhaustion, I’m amazing.
We tried to get some sleep after eating our omelets in bed, but our hands and lips were roaming, and a second, slower session of sex was inevitable. That’s why everything from my waist down hurts. Leo bent me and moved me into positions that used muscles I’m not sure my body even knew it had.
It’s always been hard for me to come a second time in one night, but he was patient, reading my body like a song he knows by heart. He took his time getting me there, and I saw stars. Sex with any other man is ruined for me.
“Just tired,” I tell Missy.
She arches a brow. “Good tired?”
Missy and I share personal stuff when we’re alone. She’s recently divorced and has also been in a long-term sex drought.
“Amazing tired.” I smile, knowing I have heart eyes.
“Yeah, girl. Good for you.”
I take the pills, swallowing them without water because I need to get to court. Jayden is off today, so I’m flying solo.
