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“Does the personal stuff vibrate?” I ask.

Her cheeks go from pink to red.

“Uh-huh, that’s what I thought,” I say with a smirk.

“You’re a pain in my ass,” she grumbles.

“I aim to serve, princess.”

She rolls off me and I look over to find her sprawled out, legs spread open, folds glistening. I lick my lips.

“Fine, then. I could use your services right now,” she says with her own smirk.

I crawl in between her legs and look up at her. “Like I said, princess. I aim”—I stop and lick her clit and she groans—“to serve.”

She opens her mouth to say something but only a moan comes out as I lap at her with my tongue, just the way I’ve learned she likes it. I can’t wait to learn what else she likes.

CHAPTERTWENTY-SIX

Ella

“Uh, do you want to keep these?” Gus asks as he holds up my old cleaning gloves.

I laugh. “Nope. You can toss those.”

While technically I moved in with Chase a few weeks ago, I haven’t finished packing all my things yet. But since we’ve now been officially together for almost two months, I figured it was time. I turned in my last project for my independent research class and my professor basically said I was passing, so I am officially done with school.

Chase is making a big deal about it and forcing me to participate in the graduation ceremony in the spring. I wasn’t sure I wanted to, but Greta told me I’d regret it if I didn’t, and Gus said he’d never speak to me again if he wasn’t invited to a graduation ceremony. So, I guess that means I’ll be walking at graduation.

“How about this?” Gus asks, holding up a box containing various glasses that I seldom use.

“You can donate those,” I say, and I pause watching the box go into the donate pile. Six months ago, hell, three months ago, I would have never considered donating anything, even if I wasn’t using it all the time. I would have been too afraid that I might need it and wouldn’t be able to afford new ones. But now that my business is starting to take off, I could actually afford new glasses, not that I need them since Chase’s house already has a full set.

A knock on my door has us both looking up from our tasks.

“How’s it going?” Greta asks.

“Almost done,” I announce as I look around at the pile of boxes and bags. It’s sadly not a ton of things, but they’re all mine. And I remember how hard I worked for almost all of them.

“Chase has sent over a moving truck,” Greta states. “They are pulling in now. Should I send them up?”

I laugh. “I don’t need a whole moving truck. It’ll fit in a few carloads,” I explain as I motion around us.

Greta smirks. “Sweetie, your man has more money than sense. Let these nice young men take your boxes over to the house. And then you and I are going to work on figuring out paint colors for your new office.”

I grin at that offer. Looking around, I imagine what my old apartment will be like as an office. I’ve already decided my bedroom will be my office. And the dining area will be a small conference area. And then my living space will have a giant worktable and screen for my laptop for when I want to collaborate or print things out and work on them.

“Stop it. I know you’re undressing the apartment with your eyes,” Gus teases.

Giggling, I turn back to him. “Shut it. I’m just thinking through my plans again.”

“I still think you don’t need a big working area. Just put in some pinball machines and a video game console,” he says as he stands and pretends to play pinball in the corner. “See, it’s like the perfect place for one.”

“Great. Well, as soon as you start working for me, we’ll talk about office changes,” I say as I glare at him in pretend annoyance.

He throws his hands up defensively. “I mean, I’m just saying. Think about those big tech companies. You could even get one of those fancy sleep pods.”

“Gus, I’m literally just starting out. I don’t think fancy sleep pods are in my office budget.”

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