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I sigh and, even though I’m drunk, I mean it when I say, “I’d kick your ass if you tried.”

He shakes his head. “Baby.”

“I’m going to go to sleep now. Wake me up after you magically get through the security of my building.”

He kisses me one more time and lets me go. “You got it.”

I settle in and look for a button to recline my seat. “I knew you liked my ass.”

“I love your ass.”

I look back over and smirk. “I’ll tell Jase you said thank you for all the glute workouts.”

He frowns before putting it in drive and pulling out of the meadow. “I shit you not, Jen. If anyone but me works on your glutes from now on, there’ll be hell to pay.”

I close my eyes and mumble, “Whatever. I’ll think about it. Just don’t arrest me.”

I hear him mutter something but can’t make it out. I’m asleep before he pulls through the gates.

Chapter 16

Chaos

Eli

I open my eyes when she stirs next to me. When I roll, all I see is her bare back and her hair a mess over her white pillow.

She was not kidding when she said she was tired last night. She slept all the way back to Dallas. When I pulled into her parking garage, I woke her and helped her stumble to the elevator. When she let us in her condo, she went straight to her bedroom—a room that pretty much looks like an extension of the rest of her place. The wall behind her bed is brick from floor to ceiling and looks like it’s a hundred years old the way the paint is chipping. She’s got a shitload of furniture, her bed is fucking huge, and the only reason it doesn’t look like something out of a magazine is because she’s got pictures littered everywhere.

I followed her to make sure she didn’t fall on her face through the nicest bathroom I’ve ever seen and into a closet that’s almost as big as the bedroom itself. She took her shoes and placed them carefully into a see-through plastic container, sliding it back on a shelf with a million others just like it and turned to me. She reached around her back and unzipped her strapless dress, letting it fall to the floor like she strips in front of me daily. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so when she stumbled toward me in only a pair of black lace panties, there was no way I could fight my dick from responding.

She walked straight to me, leaned up on her toes, and put her lips to my jaw, before tripping around me, leaving me in her big ass closet. When I turned to follow, I learned her black panties were a thong, bringing my dick to full attention. She went straight to her bed, threw about ten million pillows onto the floor, and fell in.

She was dead to the world before I could walk across the room to cover her up.

I had no choice but to follow, but only after I powered down her condo and found my way around her bathroom, using her toothbrush. That’s when I stripped down to my boxers and climbed in next to her. It was not the way I thought the day was going to end.

That said, waking up next to her does not suck.

Not in the least.

She rolls, pulling at the blanket to cover her tits and, when she pushes her hair out of her face, her sleepy eyes that are smeared with makeup focus on me. Her voice is groggy when she says, “You stayed.”

I rip the blanket off of her and grab her by the hips to drag her front to mine. “Told you I would.”

“Oh, yeah.” She puts her hands to my shoulders and her eyes go big. “Are you a naked sleeper?”

“Baby.” I pull her up my body and put my lips on her bare shoulder. “I can be anything you want me to be. Do you have a headache?”

She shakes her head. “No. It’s my only superpower. I can drink all I want without getting a headache.”

I pull back and frown at her. “Never?”

She gives me a sleepy smile. “Never. Ask me if I’m bloated or tired, sure. But never a headache.”

My lips tip on one side. “I’ll add that to the Forbes and People articles on impressive things about Jensen Montgomery.”

She tips her head. “How many times do I have to tell you to quit calling me that? My parents and their stupid family names.”

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