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my hand up over the tip and back down.
    He groans and moves quick-as-a-flash to hover over me, cupping my breast and bracing himself on the bed.
    His gaze drops to where his thumb brushes over my hard nipple. A jolt of heat shoots straight down to the V zone. I arch my back, wanting more, my grip tightening as I continue torturing him.
    Dipping his head, he captures my bottom lip in his teeth, nipping sharply before soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue.
    The last thing I remember before passing out from exhaustion after round three is just how much I enjoy Doctor Hottie’s bedside manner.
     

 
     

    Flat on my back with Abi draped over my right side, an idea comes to me. If I had a date for the campaign launch, my mother would stop trying to set me up with one of her friends’ daughters. She’d stop being so hell-bent on marrying me off to a socialite Stepford-wife-in-training and—hopefully—finally let me live my own life. It would also give me the opportunity to get to know Abi outside of the bedroom.
    I envy my brother. He got out early, escaping Mom’s expectations and attempts at finagling beneficial relationships for her children. Callie—three years older than us boys—has been through it all, including cotillion, etiquette classes, and debutante balls. It was one of the proudest moments of my life when she came home two years ago with her now husband Jonathan, a marine biologist who works at Shedd Aquarium. He had no family connections and was definitely not what my mother would consider an ‘ideal’ partner for a Carsen.
    My sister didn’t give a fuck, and a year later—after a civil ceremony at City Hall—she held a small, intimate ceremony in my parents’ back garden to keep the peace. She’s now three months pregnant with their first child—and the first Carsen grandchild of this generation.
    “Can I ask you something?” Abi’s fingers that were mindlessly playing with the sparse hair over my pecs pause minutely before resuming their surprisingly relaxing strokes.
    “Does it involve round four? Because I might need a nap before we go again,” she replies, her lips curling up against my shoulder.
    “I like your way of thinking, but this is more of a favor.”
    She puts a hand in the bed and pushes her torso up, not at all bashful or self-conscious about her breasts being out and proud—and rather distracting. My arm resting on her hip drops down to cup her delectable ass, settling in like it was lost and now it’s found.
    “What is it?” she asks.
    “I have a function I have to go to in two weeks, and my mother threatened to sic one of her friends’ single daughters on me as my plus one.”
    She tilts her head and smirks. “Not keen on having a socialite on your arm?”
    I run my fingers through my hair and sigh. “Do you know my surname?”
    “We didn’t exactly do much talking the first time we met.”
    “You made a lot of noise though,” I muse with a shit-eating grin. That first time with Abi was fucking mind-blowing. I can’t believe it took so long for another romp.
    “So did you, but I like using my mouth for other things.”
    Fuck, this girl is killing me. My cock barely goes soft before she wakes him up again.
    “I seem to remember a sex battle with Dani and Zach though,” she says with a smirk.
    “Don’t remind me,” I groan. “It took me months to not think about it whenever I saw him.”
    “You didn’t seem to care at the time.”
    I glide my hand up her spine and tangle my fingers in her hair, her body leaning into mine as I tug her down to brush my lips against hers. Pulling her back, I’m gratified by the sexy-as-fuck glazed look on her face.
    “So you don’t know anything about my family?”
    “I know you’re a doctor, I know your name is Cade. You know all of Dani’s friends and together, we’re dynamite in bed. Do I need to know more?”
    I chuckle and slowly run my hand up and down her bare back. “I’d like you to, but you should