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I wait to see if he’ll suggest that it’s time for us to go, but he doesn’t.

He doesn’t say anything as his body relaxes beneath mine. In a couple of minutes, I’m pretty sure he’s dozed off. The dog definitely has. He’s snoring again.

I don’t fall asleep, but I enjoy being snuggled up with them this way.

Pretty soon we won’t be able to do this anymore.

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TRAVIS ONLY SNOOZESfor half an hour.

When he starts to shift beneath me, I sit up. I have an idea I want to try for dinner, and I’ll need to get started on it in a bit.

Travis sits up too, stretching and giving me a lazy smile.

When he stands, he leans over to adjust the wrapping on his ankle. He bends at the waist, so his butt is right there in front of me, the soft denim stretched tautly over the neat, firm curve of it.

I don’t even think about it. His ass is simply irresistible.

I give it a little swat.

Travis grunts and jerks, clearly surprised. Still reaching down to fix the compression wrap on his ankle, he shoots me a narrow-eyed look over his shoulder.

I giggle helplessly at his expression. “Sorry. Couldn’t resist.”

He straightens up, looming over me. “You couldn’t resist?”

“Right.” I try to keep a straight face but fail hopelessly. “It was too tempting a target.”

A spark ignites in his eyes. Half-fierce and half-playful. When he reaches down for me, I know what he’s going for.

He’s going to swat me on the butt the way I swatted him.

Naturally, I try to keep him from doing so.

We have a silly wrestling match on the couch, with me trying to scramble out of his reach and him trying to turn me over so he can get to my bottom.

I do pretty well. At least I think I do.

I’m laughing helplessly as I keep my butt firmly against the couch cushions.

Finally Travis hefts me up bodily and drapes me over his shoulder so my head is hanging down at his back and my legs are dangling at his front.

My butt is easily accessible now. He gives me a few quick pops with his hand as I squeal and writhe and giggle.

“You’re cheating!” I grab fistfuls of the back of his shirt and pull on it.

“Why is it cheating?” He’s doing better than me about keeping a straight face, but I hear the texture of laughter in his voice.

“Because it’s not my fault you’re stronger than me.” I realize his butt is in reach of my hands, so I smack it a few times. The leverage isn’t good at this angle, so it doesn’t make a satisfying sound.

The dog lifts his head to see what we’re doing and immediately lays it down again, stretching out longer so he’s filling up most of the couch.

Travis huffs and starts walking. “You’re askin’ for it, woman.”

“I’m not asking for anything. Where are you taking me?”

“You’ll see.”

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