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Brynne’s eyes widen, but I grind inside of her, and she bites my palm, hardening me more.

“Um, I’m in something right now.” She moans softly. “I’ll come find you in a bit.” In my head, I think I sound normal, but I’m not sure.

“You sound weird,” he says. “Are you sick?”

“Never better.” I want to scream at him to go away, but I do my best to remain calm.

“Okay, but don’t be alarmed when you get an email from Amazon confirming your purchase of a broom.”

Unsure of what he’s talking about, I can only say, “Okay.” I hear his footsteps retreating, and I exhale. “I’m going to remove my hand, and I’m going to fuck you into another orgasm. Don’t moan.” I remove my hand, and at the same time, I swivel my hips. My lips land on hers, and I steal her breath.

Chapter 24

Brynne

When my eyes pop open, the first thing I notice is the heavy weight on top of me. The second thing is how much I like it. I start to stir, but the heaviness on top makes moving impossible. My legs are spread wide. One is on top of the couch, and the other is off it, with my foot touching the floor. The parts that are covered are warm, but my shoulders and one of my legs are chilly.

I blink a few times, and as earlier memories start returning, I hope and pray it was a vivid dream. Because there’s no waythathappened. Then I realize that my hand is on someone’s bare flesh. I slide it around and gasp. I know what I’m touching. I’ve touched it before, and it’s Colin’s very firm ass.

I lift my head and turn it. His face is right next to mine.

“Oh, god dammit.” I try to push him off, but he’s too heavy. “Colin,” I whisper. When he doesn’t budge, I repeat it, only louder. “Colin,” I whisper-shout.

“Hmm,” he says. His eyes pop open, and they lock onto mine. I don’t see the shock that I’m feeling right now. He seems much too calm for the situation. He bats his eyes and rubs them.

“Hey, Honeybee,” he says softly. He even has the audacity to smile at me. “I see we got ourselves in a bit of a situation here.” He lifts himself off but doesn’t roll away. That’s when I get a look at us. Half my pants are off. My panties are torn. His bare dick is at half mast, and there are dry remains on the tip. His shirt is practically off his body, and his tee is bunched up and rests underneath his pecs.

“Will you put your dick away?” I ask after sneaking another peek. “How the hell did we fall asleep?” I check my watch. “Oh my God! It’s three-thirty! We’ve been asleep for over two hours in the middle of the workday.”

He stares at me as if he’s still in a daze. Of course, he is. I’ve woken up with this man before. He’ll sit or lie there for about ten minutes before he gets his bearings. Only now, we don’t have that luxury.

I slide my hand under his T-shirt, grab one of his nipples, and twist.

“Ouch! What the hell was that for?”

“Do you not realize what just happened, you dummy?” I slide a hand over my face. “And to think you got this job over me,” I say under my breath. I shove at his chest, and he just sits there like a log. “Can you get up?”

He blinks a few times and groans like a man fifty years his senior, but he finally stands. “Oh God. You look a mess.” His pants have fallen down, but he still has on both shoes. His underwear is halfway down his thighs. His hair, which is usually well-coiffed, is a mess. He finally bends down and pulls his pants and underwear back up.

When I look down at myself, I realize out of the two of us, I’m the much bigger mess. My black clothes have white spots all over them.

“Fuck,” I say and hop off the couch. I trip and fall on my ass because I only have one boot on, and I’m entirely off balance. My bare ass hits the cold floor, and I wince from the pain. Colin runs to me and helps me back to the couch, where I sit. He trips along the way but manages not to fall.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

“I most certainly am not okay,” I say as I shove my leg back into my pants. “You and your damn dick should stay away from me, and you didn’t even bother to put on a condom.”

He tries to button his shirt, but there are no buttons there. He looks down, seemingly surprised by that discovery. He looks at the rest of him and sighs. The front of his pants is wrinkled and moist. There’s a damp stain, and I look away from him in disgust.

“Aren’t you on birth control?” he asks as he buckles his belt.

“Yes, but that’s not the point, is it?” I snap. “I don’t know who you’ve been with.”

“I haven’t been with anyone but you,” he says.

“Jesus, you’re a dummy. I’m not the only woman you’ve ever been with.”

“Well, I’m not some playboy who sleeps around, Brynne,” he snaps back. “I hadn’t been with someone for almost a year when I met you.”

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