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I don’t do ave them both oneup the steps as fast as I could At the top, I opened my door to find a shirtless Rafe asleep face-down on my bed, his face buried in the crook of hisopen So I tiptoed through to peer at Lianne, as asleep on her own bed in the exact sah, an empty plastic wastebasket stood beside her bed Perhaps Lianne and Rafe had a bit of a rough trip ho my door with a soft click For aRafe His face was peaceful, and his back muscles rose and fell as he slept I just had to touch him I crawled onto the bed beside hi happened

"Honey, I’m home," I whispered "I alanted to say that"

"You did?" he rasped

"Well, not always Only now"

He s his eyes

"There’s a subtext, you know," I said, peeling off my jacket "‘Honey, I’m home’ really means, ‘take off your clothes and fuck me’"

"I never knew that" Rafe rolled over and stretched his arave me access to his fly, which I unzipped

"Our project is ready," he said, rubbing his eyes

"What project?" I leaned over hian to kiss the skin just above the waistband of his briefs

Rafe propped himself up on his elbows and looked down his body at ed on his waistband "I’ht now"

With a chuckle, Rafe put a wariveme to slide his jeans and briefs off

"Did Lianne puke?" I asked, reed, stretching out on the bed, naked now "No big deal I didn’t have to do anything except hold her hair"

"Aw You did that for her? I think you deserve a blow job"