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“Only my hands will touch you. You’remine.” I growl the word mine like a fucking caveman, but I don’t care. That’s how she makes me feel. I’ve never felt as possessive over a woman as I do over Chloe. Any time a man so much as shakes her hand, let alone hugs her, I want to punch them out and toss her over my shoulder. But that would not end well, so I suck it up and deal.

“Yours,” she moans as I roll her nipples again.

I lean down and pull her bottom lip between my teeth before I kiss her. My hands wrap around and grab her bare ass, pulling her flush against me. I press my sweatpants-clad erection into her stomach, and she moans into my mouth.

I pull back and stare down at her, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“Head upstairs and back into bed. I made breakfast, I’ll bring it up.” She looks over my shoulder, and I nip her lip. “And coffee.”

She grins up at me, pecking my lips before she saunters to the stairs, completely naked, giving me a sultry smile over her shoulder before she heads upstairs. I shake my head, loving seeing this side of Chloe again.

I load all the food and two cups of coffee onto a tray and carry it upstairs. When I get to my bedroom, I find Chloe sitting cross legged on the bed in one of my old Calgary Fire Department shirts. I stop in the doorway and stare at her.

“If I didn’t know you need sustenance, I’d leave this right here and fuck you just like that,” I say.

She gives me the sexiest look, biting just the corner of her lip as she smiles and her eyes light up. “What if I told you after you feed me, I’ll let you fuck me just like this.”

“I’d say I’m a lucky man.” I bring the tray over to the bed and settle beside her. I’ve kept the food on their own plates, so we share off each of them.

“You are a surprisingly good cook,” she says around a mouthful of french toast.

I raise a brow at her, and she chuckles.

She gestures over me. “You’re all grumpy and ‘stay the fuck away from me’ looking, doesn’t usually equate to amazing in the kitchen.”

“I didn’t scare you off,” I say.

She holds her fork in her mouth and smiles at me, shaking her head. “I’m not easily frightened.”

I lean in and kiss her. “I’m glad.”

She slowly eats a piece of bacon, and I can tell she’s in her thoughts a bit.

“What is it?” I ask.

“My brother texted me this morning before I was even up.”

I nod, encouraging her to continue.

“It seems my mom found out about our display at Incahoots and texted him, which means the entire town has probably heard about it now.”

She nervously eats another piece of bacon.

“We agreed last night this is more than just sex. Is there a reason you don’t want people in town knowing about us?”

Her mouth opens in a shocked O shape, and she shakes her head. “No, of course not. You’re just a private person, I was worried you wouldn’t want people to know.”

I lean in closely, taking the piece of bacon from her and putting it on the plate. “Chloe, I’m a private person, but that doesn’t extend to people knowing that you’re mine. You are not something to be kept in the dark and held as a secret. You’re someone to be shown off, with pride. I knew where we were when I kissed you. I knew there was a chance it would be the topic of small town gossip, and I did it anyway.”

She sighs against my lips. “You are so much more than you seem, Everett, and I’m enjoying finding all these pieces of you.”

I place a gentle kiss on her lips. “Only you’ll get to find them all.”

We finish eating breakfast, and I move the tray to the dresser before joining Chloe back in bed.

As I slide into bed, she moves to her knees and says, “I didn’t get to do this last night.”

Her fingers find the waistband of my sweats, and I lift my hips, helping her pull them down. She grins at me as she takes my cock in her hand, giving it a few pumps before she leans down and licks it from base to tip, flicking her tongue over the head. I drop back on a groan as she gives me a satisfied smirk.