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wanting benefits without anything else.”
    Her fingers toying with my chest hair freeze. “You don’t like the benefits?” she asks, rolling her hips against my hard-on.
    My eyes go half-mast, a groan rumbling in my chest. “Did the three times I buried myself inside you last night give the impression I didn’t like it?”
    “Well no, but guys like anything with a pussy and a pulse. I have both, so you’re in luck.”
    With a growl, I move her onto her back, my body pressing into her and my cock nestled right on target. “Some guys like that. Real men—like me—want personality, conversation, attitude, and the promise of a hot, hard, mind-blowing fuck if she lets you in there.”
    “No pulse necessary?” she breathes, her pupils dilated.
    “Oh we definitely need that . . .” I reply, lowering my mouth to her neck and licking over her pulse point before sucking the sensitive skin between my lips.
    She moves her hands to my shoulders and pushes me back slightly. “Did you just give me a hickey?”
    “Marking your pulse so men know you’re taken,” I say with a grin.
    “I’m not taken!” She slaps me playfully.
    “Well, we can’t pretend to date and then see other people. It wouldn’t be right,” I explain, my smile growing wider.
    “Bastard.”
    I thrust my hips against hers, running my cock long and hard against her clit.
    “Total bastard,” she moans, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and pulling me down for a deep, wet, hungry kiss, and initiating round four.
     

 
     

    Cade walks out of the bedroom and into the living area, wearing his clothes from the night before, his unbuttoned shirt showing off his delicious chest that just twenty minutes ago I was licking, sucking, and biting as he fucked me speechless—again.
    “Coffee?” I ask, my voice rougher than it should be.
    He takes a seat on a bar stool on the other side of my kitchen island, leaning forward on an elbow. “Sounds good, Spitfire.”
    I turn my back to him to hide my grin.
    I pour two cups of coffee and move to the fridge to pull out my Vanilla Half and Half. “How do you have it?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at him and holding out the creamer.
    “I’ll have some of that and two sugars, please.”
    Turning fully toward him, I tilt my head. “You like it sweet?”
    His eyes darken as he licks his lips and does a slow top-to-toe of my body, my spaghetti-strap camisole and sleeping shorts not hiding much. “Definitely.”
    I clear my throat, and his gaze snaps up to meet mine as I slide his mug in front of him. “Nuh-uh, buddy. None of that sexy, smoldering gig.”
    “Sexy, smoldering gig? Didn’t hear you objecting last night. Or this morning . . .”
    “Oh believe me,” I reply, taking a long, satisfying sip from my cup. “I’ve got nothing to complain about. You’re hot, you’re talented, and you can do a lot more things with your mouth, fingers, and cock than most men. And now that you’re my boyfriend, I’ll get to enjoy those skills of yours at least for the foreseeable future.”
    His brows furrow before he schools his features. “Are you working today?” he asks in an unexpected subject change.
    Shit, he must know where I work. Why am I suddenly feeling nervous? “How much do you know about me? ”
    He chuckles then shoots me a guilty look. “It’s gonna make me sound like a creeper, but I may have asked Dani a few questions about you.”
    My eyebrows rise so high they feel as if they’re about to launch off my face. “You asked about me?”
    One corner of his mouth twitches. “Our first time ended quicker than I wanted. And I didn’t know if you’d be receptive to me turning up on your doorstep unannounced, and with my hours for the past year, definitely wasn’t in a place to start anything.”
    “You didn’t think to ask Dani for my number? Or maybe talk to me the few times we’ve been at the same group things?”
    “Again, I think my creeper quotient was already high