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Slowly, Ryleigh lifted her head. “Outstanding, huh? Nothing with an S?”

“Stupendous, satisfying, sensual, spirited, scintillating, sumptuous…”

Giggling, she swatted at him playfully. “Okay, okay…I get it. You’re good with words.”

“I’m even better with my hands,” he said with a wink.

“Ugh…I hate agreeing and adding to your colossal ego, but…yeah. Your hands are pretty spectacular.”

“Now look at who’s using S words…”

Closing the distance between them, Ryleigh rubbed up against him with that sexy little hum he loved so much. “How about we go back inside and do a little more of the best S word?”

He liked where this was going. “Sex?”

Going up on her toes, she placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Sleep.”

Ryker knew she was kidding and hauled her up into his arms and over his shoulder and smiled at her shriek of laughter. Just for fun, he smacked her ass as he strode back to the bedroom.

Next to the bed, he tossed her down onto the mattress before shucking his jeans and crawling over her. She was wearing his t-shirt again and it didn’t take much to peel it off of her. “We can sleep,” he murmured, placing a kiss between her breasts. “Or…we can…” Another kiss. “Not sleep.”

“Mmm…decisions, decisions,” she quietly pondered. “I think I’d like to try this…not sleeping option.”

Pushing up, Ryker stared down into her beautiful face. Her auburn hair was fanned out on the pillow, her makeup was worn off, and she still took his breath away. “I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

“And then we’ll make something yummy for dinner, right?”

Unable to help it, he laughed. “Food and sex. Is that what this weekend is about to you?”

Reaching up, she played with his hair. “Um…maybe?”

“I love it when you’re honest,” he said with a sexy grin. “And I promise to give you everything you want, beautiful girl. This weekend is all about you.”

“Ooh…you better be careful. You may spoil me so much that I won’t want the weekend to end.”

That’s what I’m counting on…

But rather than say those words out loud, he kept them to himself.

Something he was getting good at, even though he hated it.

Still, he’d rather stay quiet and have Ryleigh here with him like this than state his own opinions and possibly ruin everything.

For now, he’d play along with this charade because he had to.

And hopefully the longer they played, the more she’d come to realize he was playing for keeps.

ChapterEight

The loud pounding on her door Tuesday afternoon caused Ryleigh to scream and spill her tea all over herself.

“Son of a bitch,” she hissed, grabbing a towel on her way to the door. Yanking it open, she stared mutely at the sight of her brother.

“This has gone on long enough!” Jamie snapped as he shoved past her and walked into her apartment.

“Hey, why don’t you come in?” she asked sarcastically. Closing the door, she continued to try to dry herself off. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to put a stop to this ridiculous nonsense between you and Mom. And do you want to know why?”

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