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MIMI

I was already half-awakewhen the ding of the intercom sounded from the other room. It was the first Saturday in a while I didn’t have an early meeting for the gala committee or, God forbid, a wedding, and I was too cozy in my bed to get up, the covers snugged under my chin.

And a warm man at my back.

The bed shifted, and I blinked my eyes open. Mateo sat up and tucked the covers more securely around me.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Answering the door.” He stood, but instead of picking up his jeans from the floor, he walked naked to the bedroom door, his hair not a flattened tangle like mine but sexy and rumpled like a GQ model’s. His morning erection bobbed in front of him.

“Wait, why?”

“I ordered coffee and breakfast. I’ll just buzz them up.”

I sat up. “Delivery is expensive. I have coffee—I think—and there’s a bakery not six blocks away. Why—”

“Because”—he returned to my side of the bed and kissed me, soft and lingering—“this way, we can eat breakfast in bed. Naked.”

I grasped his hand. “Eat breakfast…or something else?” I rubbed my thighs together to contain the slickness that gathered there.

“Aha. Now you see the wisdom of my plan. A bite of pastry, a bite of Mimi.” He nipped my earlobe.

The door dinged again. “You know,” he whispered, “if you lived in a newer building, you’d have an app to open the door, and I could snack on you right now.”

“New buildings are expensive, too. Hurry back?” I bit my lip. I could get used to this. Breakfast in bed with a guy who loved giving oral as much as I loved receiving it? Cancel my weekend plans.

“Two seconds.” His voice was a low rumble.

I watched his round, naked ass work as he disappeared through the bedroom door.

I lifted my hand to smooth my hair and found the silk elastic I used at night to gather up my curls snarled in my hair. Shit. I had to look like Medusa while Mateo looked like a guy in a glossy cologne ad.

Tugging it free, I combed my fingers through my curls to introduce some order to the chaos. I breathed into my cupped palm. Should I brush my teeth? The thought of leaving the warm, comfortable nest of my bed made me shiver. Though if I went down on Mateo, the last thing he’d care about was my morning breath.

Plan made, I was fluffing the pillows when Mateo appeared in the doorway, his face pale. He clutched one of my gray throw pillows at his groin and another behind his naked ass.

“Ah, you have a visitor.”

“A visitor?”

“Your mother is here.”

“What?” My cheeks prickled as the blood drained from my face. “Now?”

He closed the door behind him. “Yes. Sorry, I…” He gestured at his pillow-covered middle, and I winced as I imagined the scene. My mother giving up on my buzzing her in, then breezing through the door with the key it was clearly a mistake to have given her and finding a naked stranger.

“Did she say anything?”

“She asked to speak to you.”

“Shit.” I hauled my ass out of bed and took half a minute to find some underwear, leggings, and a sweatshirt.

More slowly, Mateo gathered his clothes from the floor. “I’ll just…”

“Stay here. For now. Please.” I dropped a reassuring kiss on his lips.

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