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“Bed,” he et out

“Yes,” she answered in a half-asleep whisper

Separating theh to roll off the condom and dispose of it in a nearby trash can, he then picked her up in his arms and crossed the room to his bed It wasn’t a place where the woht He wasn’t an asshole about it, but the wo in So did Clover This was an arrangement, a little fun He should take her to her roo hallway She had her own bed where the sheets were probably cold, maybe itchy for all he knew And anyway, they hadn’t specifically negotiated sleeping arrangeainst hiainst his shoulder

Fuck it She was staying with him

He lowered her to the bed and cli her close to keep her war to do Anyway, he wanted to be there when she woke up and wanted round two Plus, she felt really good—which ran a far second to not getting stuck with the nickna, Sawyer let his eyes fall closed and drifted off to sleep with Clover in his arms

Chapter Thirteen

A week later, Sawyer sat at his desk in his ho of missed work, thanks to his second ever trip to the flea market and reread the sale word Toofro roo sounded—followed by a e, and a shouted proht—he shut the lid of his laptop and got up He wasn’t going to get a da on

Walking down the hall, he found a pile of deliveries froht dresses that showed just enough skin to tantalize and work-appropriate dresses in bright colors and patterns that had probably never been seen before in Carlyle Toas a pair of heavy-duty hiking boots He stopped and studied the boots Since Clover wasn’t going to any construction sites, they had to be for her Australia trip

After a quick glance toward the balcony where he could hear her cursing again, he grabbed the boots and carried them to the hall closet and shoved them in the back on the very top shelf next to another pair that had been delivered a few days earlier

It wasn’t like she was going any ti exactly what he envisioned right now There was nothing more to it than that No reason to overthink it They were just boots

He found Clover out on the balcony and alue, but not before he could offer a quiet thank you to whoever had invented yoga pants and tank tops Her tight black pants molded perfectly to the curve of the ass he’d worshiped last night and every night for the past week His cock twitched against his thigh and his brain was already working out if the potted bushes the decorator had placed at strategic positions on the balcony would block the neighbors’ view, because all he wanted at the s, and fuck her until they were both blind

She looked up and spotted hi,” she said as she rolled the heavy, rusted-out wreck of a metal medical tray out onto a newspaper covered section of the balcony

“For what?” He had ideas Lots of them

She held out a white dust mask, the kind that was held in place by a rubber band that went around your head

Oh no Not happening Not in this lifetime