Page 31 of Craving My Baby Daddy Billionaire

I want this night forever, for the rest of my life.

I try to push the thoughts out of my head and focus on the present, but my mind keeps wandering back to Ryan. I wonder if he's awake yet and has any regrets about last night. We definitely need to talk before we're both at the White Oak again because I don't get the impression Ryan is good at keeping secrets...

...and I have a lot of explaining to do to my staff.

I head back up the stairs as quietly as I can, two cups of coffee in my hands. Ryan's still asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I watch him for a moment, admiring the way the sunlight filters through the window and illuminates his face, the silver in his hair.

He's gorgeous.

I can't stop looking at him.

I shake my head and remind myself that I need to talk to him, that I can't just put on my love goggles and stare at him all morning. I put his coffee down on the side table, then sit on the side of the bed, prepared to wake him gently—until Tex leaps out of nowhere, directly on his chest, and starts licking his face.

Ryan groans and blocks Tex, and I can't help but laugh.

"What...good morning, Tex," he mutters. "Jesus."

"Good morning," I say.

Ryan's eyes dart over to me and widen slightly like he forgot I was here, the sheets sliding off his muscled chest as he sits up.His gaze tracks over what I'm wearing, my messy hair, the coffee in my hand...and he gives me a lopsided smile before reaching up to touch my face.

"You stayed," he murmurs.

I lean into his hand and press a kiss to his palm. "Not only did I stay...I made you coffee and brought you a cup."

He looks over at the cup of coffee, then pats the spot beside him, propping the pillows up. "Get in here, beautiful."

I happily crawl into bed next to him, Ryan holding my coffee while I get situated. He puts his arm around me, passes the coffee back, and then grabs his own as Tex curls up at our feet with a toy.

"You didn't think I would stick around?" I ask. "Your bed is awfully comfy."

He chuckles. "I just figured you probably had some side hustle to go and do—you're always running off somewhere."

"Not today," I shake my head. "I took a few days off the tailoring stuff to let my arm fully recover before I started sewing again after someone told me I should get some rest."

He kisses the top of my head, his strong arm around me. "Well, you should."

"I know," I say, looking up at him. "How about you?"

"What about me?"

"Do you have plans for the day?"

"Nothing that involves me leaving this bed," he replies.

I smile. "Good."

He leans in and kisses me, and it's hard to keep my head on straight at the touch of his lips against mine. My coffee spills slightly, and I pull away when I feel the liquid fall to the white sheets. "Oh! Shit...I'm sorry."

"I take full responsibility for that," Ryan laughs.

I set my coffee cup down on the bedside table on the other side of Ryan, not wanting to risk spilling it again. The movementbrings me so close to him, my t-shirt riding up to expose my hips, and his grip tightens around me.

But...no. We can't do this yet, again.

We need to talk.

"Well, now that we're both awake, we should probably talk about last night," I say. "Just because, you know, the situation at the White Oak isn't ideal."

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