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Sam laughs, eyes twinkling as he follows me off the bed and into the en suite bathroom. “You like my mouth, do you?”

“You know I do,” I say, starting the shower. “You know what else I’m going to like?”

“What’s that?” he asks, leaning against the side of the glass stall. I don’t know how the man looks so utterly relaxed when there’s still a toy lodged up his ass, but he manages it.

“I’m going to like falling asleep with you,” I tell him, my cheeks heating as soon as I realize how vulnerable that statement makes me feel.

But Sam’s eyes soften, and he tugs me close, fingers flitting along my jaw. “I’m gonna like fallin’ asleep with you, too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. So, c’mon. Get this thing outta my ass so we can shower and get back to that big bed of yours.”

I crack a smile. “Deal.”

Chapter 22

Sammy

“Oh hell, is that the alarm?” I ask, reaching blindly.

Harrison grunts, and I open my eyes, finding my boyfriend rubbing his nose.

“Shit, stud, I’m sorry.”

He waves me off before letting his arm fall back over my chest. “It’s not the alarm. It’s Winnie. The TV is on, which means we have approximately five minutes before she’s up here, demanding breakfast.”

“Better get a move on, then,” I say over my yawn, not really wanting to move. In fact, I want to stay right here, curled up beside Harrison’s warm body for as long as I possibly can.

But I suppose hungry ten-year-olds wait for no man, even on a Saturday.

“Daddy?” a voice calls.

Harrison huffs out a laugh, and I smile with him, feeling damn giddy for reasons I suspect have to do with this man and waking in his bed. I give his pec a kiss before rolling away.

“I’ll get food started,” I say, grabbing my jeans off the floor and stepping into them. I pull a t-shirt over my head before ambling for the door.

“Sam,” Harrison says. He’s standing near the en suite now.

“Yeah?”

“You really don’t mind?” he asks, face doing something complicated.

I cock my head. “Of course I don’t. I’m happy to help out.” He still seems unsure, so I tack on, “Consider it one of the many perks of havin’ your boyfriend stay over.” When I waggle my eyebrows, Harrison chuckles.

“Yeah, okay. Thanks, Sam.”

“You bet,” I tell him, chest heating at the little smile I receive in return.

As Harrison closes the bathroom door, I head into the hall to face the tiny human’s wrath.

“Mornin’, Winifred,” I call out, jogging down the stairs.

The little blonde pops into view, looking at me from over the back of the couch. “Sam,” she says evenly. If she has opinions on my being here first thing in the morning, she doesn’t let them show. “Are you making breakfast?”

“Sure am,” I tell her, although I’ll need to empty my bladder before I get started. “What’re you in the mood for?”

“Waffles,” she replies instantly.

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