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“You sure you don’t want me to take your mind off things?” I said in a lusty voice.
His groan came from deep within his throat. “Tempting as hell. But no.”
I allowed my fingers to drift down to the elastic of his boxer-briefs. “Not even a blowjob?”
His groan deepened. “Even more tempting. But I’m really enjoying cuddling with you.” His hand pulled me closer. “With you in my arms, today’s loss doesn’t feel so bad.”
“So Iama distraction, but a good one this time?”
“Exactly.”
I planted another wet kiss against his ribs. “Fuck you.”
“Fuck you more.”
Somehow, he made the curse sound downright loving.
Epilogue
Josie
I woke up early the next morning to make breakfast for Grayson. Mason was still fast asleep on the couch, one leg thrown over the armrest and drool trickling out of the side of his mouth. While the bacon was sizzling in the pan, I walked over and paused the episode ofGolden Girlsthat was still playing on the TV.
He immediately jerked awake. “Hey. I was watching that.”
“Sorry. My mistake,” I said, tossing him the remote.
He sniffed the air. “Are you making breakfast?”
“For Grayson,” I replied. “But there should be enough bacon and pancakes to share.”
He grinned at me. “Hey, don’t tell Grayson I said this. But you’re really good for him.”
I paused while mixing pancake batter in a bowl. “I am?”
Mason nodded enthusiastically. “He’s always been a grumpy bitch. That hasn’t changed. But since he started going out with you, there’s a glimmer of passion and joy underneath it all. I guess what I’m trying to say is: keep it up?”
The compliment made me beam. “I’ll try. But I don’t think he’sever going to stop being a grumpy bitch.”
“Wow,” Grayson said while striding out of the bedroom. “Getting called a grumpy bitch isn’t my idea of a good morning. What did I do to deserve that?”
“Well,” I joked, “for starters, you’re a grumpy bitch.”
Mason pointed at me and nodded.
“But more importantly,” I added, “you’remygrumpy bitch.”
He came up from behind and wrapped his arms around me. “Goddamn right I am,” he said, kissing the back of my neck.
“Get a room you two,” Mason complained from the couch. “Preferably after she’s made breakfast.”
“Too late,” Grayson growled into my ear. “I woke up with anappetite.”
I yelped as he picked me up off the ground and carried me into the bedroom. I barely had enough time to ask Mason to watch the bacon before Grayson slammed the bedroom door closed and spent the next ten minutes tearing my clothes off and making slow, passionate love to me.
When we returned to the kitchen afterward, Mason was flipping bacon with a spatula. And he was wearing a pair of noise cancellation headphones.
“I guess we were loud,” I said.
