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This is awesome. Why did I never spend the night with a man before Alden?
Oh, right. Because none of them was him.
He’s hardening against me, and I woke up hard. I reach between us. “This good?”
“Yes,” he hisses, and I don’t know if it’s from my touch or my question. “Please get me off.Please.”
I chuckle and reach for the lube to jack us. “I’ve turned you into a monster.”
“I am. I can’t get enough.”
“Maybe not. But I’ll give it my best shot.”
* * *
After a shattering orgasm each, and a much-needed shower, I sit with wet hair at my kitchen bar, sipping coffee while Alden makes waffles.
My phone buzzes.
Charlie: You were AWOL again last night, dude. You still spending all your time with bookkeeper boy?
Danny: Yep.
Charlie: Sounds pretty boyfriend-y to me.
Danny: Could be.
Except I’m still afraid it can’t. Sure, everything seems great, and Alden says he’s not interested in anyone else—but I thought Brian wasn’t interested in anyone else, too, right up until the moment he ended it.
Charlie: Wow.
I click out of the text application and check a few email messages. Then I scroll through my phone and find the photos of Alden before he got his hair cut.
“Check this out,” I say, holding my phone up to him. He has flour on his nose, and I love it.
“I look like such a geek,” he says.
“No. You were hot back then, too. But you didn’t have the confidence you do now.”
He grins and shrugs. “Yeah, that could be.”
I tuck my phone away and watch him putter about my kitchen. It’s the kind of domestic scene that would normally scare me.
I’m not scared at all. He’s someone who takes care of people. And maybe it’s not just me helping him gain confidence and experience. Maybe we’re both taking care of each other.
That’s awfully relationship-y, but I think that’s okay. Because maybe I want a relationship with Alden.
But any lawyer knows you can’t change the terms of an agreement unilaterally. You need mutual agreement on terms. So I’ll have to discuss it with him. After waffles. And maybe more kissing.
Except I don’t, because what if he says no?
CHAPTER23
Alden
Monday morning, I sit at my desk, staring at a spreadsheet.
This is normally where I’m in my element. Being one with the numbers. Able to organize. Categorize. Determine where things go, how the numbers add up and where they belong.
