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“I’m taking my parents to Connecticut,” he says.“I can drop you off on the way.”

Damn it.Didn’t he read my text?

“No, thank you,” she says.“I’m meeting some friends for drinks.”

If my brother is disappointed, he hides it well.

“Okay,” Ashton says.“Let’s go… neighbor.”

He leads me out, and we jump into a cab.

“Your place or mine?”he asks.“Not that it matters, given that we practically live in the same building.”

“Mine,” I say.“And thanks for not putting me on the spot.”

“No problem.”He texts the dog sitter and then lays a hand on my thigh.

I tell the cab driver our destination, and as we get going, Ashton gives me a deep, hungry kiss—one that culminates in multiple orgasms when we finally get to my place.

Chapter28

Ashton

I wakeup with Kendall wrapped around me.

Her alarm clock is blaring.She grabs the thing and tosses it at the wall, which stops the noise.

Smiling, I kiss her shoulder.“Didn’t you want to start working nice and early?”

“Shut up,” she grumbles.“Or I’ll throwyou.”

I shrug and close my eyes, only to open them again a couple of hours later.

Kendall sits up.“Why did you let me oversleep?”

I extend an arm toward the poor, broken alarm clock.“That was you.”

“Ah.Right.”She gets out of bed.“I’d better get to work ASAP.”

Truth be told, I have a meeting with Jordan in a half hour, which barely gives me enough time to get myself together.That is why I let Kendall usher me out—but not before we make plans for me to come back that very evening.

My day is very busy.After talking with my sister, I do a friend a huge favor and take on a new client—the guy who was recently appointed Director of the FBI.After that, I head over to Essence, where my team records me as I do my back workout—something that will become an instructional video for the app.

When I return to Kendall’s place, I bring Sir Ems with me and make dinner, just like the night before the birthday outing.Not surprisingly, Kendall and I have the most mind-blowing sex yet.

For the next two weeks, a pattern emerges.I train celebrities, exercise like a fiend, and field inevitable fire drills that—alongside the unwanted wealth that so pleases my parents—are the downside of overseeing a successful fitness app.Kendall works on her design project, even on weekends, but has me come over daily to feed her and then feast on her.The only difference from day to day is that the sex is impossibly improving, and relatedly, I’m growing more convinced that whatever is happening between us is very serious.

In fact, when I talk to my sister the following Monday, without any preamble, I ask, “When is it too soon to ask someone to move in with you?”

“If it hasn’t been a year, it’s too soon,” she says.“By my calculations, you’ve only been officially dating for two weeks.”

“A year?”Marcus contrived to get Emma to move in with him two milliseconds after they met.

“Even after a suitable length of time,” my sister continues, “it helps if you’ve already met each other’s family and friends.”

“That’s half-done.”I pour myself a glass of water.“You were there.”

“Right.And if you two come to visit Mom and Dad with me next week, the parent angle will be completely covered.”

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