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“She finds out and you won’t stand a chance.”

I rubbed the back of my neck, waiting for my friend to answer. He was playing with fire. We were closing in on Kelley and then Caity would be in the clear.

“It’s not like that.”

“The fuck it isn’t—”

“We’ll meet you at the deli at eight,” he said, and disconnected the call. I looked at the black screen and cursed.

Why the fuck does everybody hang up on me?

Chapter Twelve

Duncan

I sat on the bed and watched her sleep. I’d been doing it for hours, waiting for the sun to rise. I didn’t want to wake her but fuck if I would leave without saying goodbye.

Freyja stirred, and my hand found her hip. One eye peeked open, and she looked up at me.

“You’re dressed.”

“I am,” I sighed.

Sitting up, she leaned against the headboard. “You’re leaving,” she surmised. And I tried not to smile at the disappointment in her voice.

“I have business to attend to. I ordered you breakfast, though. I still have two more days before I have to return to Boston. I’d like to spend as much of that with you as I can.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear, and I reached over to pull it back. I loved the way it framed her face. A vision of her riding my cock, her hair falling over her shoulders, had me stiffening. I reached down to adjust myself into a more comfortable position, and Freyja smiled.

“You find something amusing,mo bandia?”

“Just wondering if you were thinking about the same thing I was.”

I leaned closer. “If you were thinking about riding my cock, then yes. If you weren’t, then I need to do a better job.”

I kissed her before she could respond, and her hand went to my cheek. I pulled her onto my lap and tilted her head back, deepening the kiss.

She shuddered in my arms, and I knew I would have a wet stain on my lap if I wasn’t careful. I hadn’t planned on staying in New York. But yesterday’s trip to the store ensured I had two more suits to wear while I was here. I stood her up between my legs and pulled her close with my hands firmly on her ass.

I buried my face between her breasts. The fact that they were small enough she didn’t need a bra was a big fucking plus in my book. I circled my tongue around her nipple, and she moaned into the room.

“I thought you had to leave,” she stated breathlessly.

“I haven’t had breakfast yet.”

Grabbing her waist, I picked her up and laid her back on the bed. Her legs fell open. An invitation I didn’t need, but appreciated. I licked and kissed her pussy, driving her quickly up and over the peak. Letting her crash just as the knock sounded on the door.

Rising from my knees, I kissed her again, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “There’s a robe in the closet. Come have breakfast with me before I go.”

I left the room and answered the door. The attendant rolled the cart into the room, and I peeled off a few bills and handed them to him before hurrying him back out the door.

I didn’t need his help to serve Freyja, and I sure as fuck wasn’t letting him see her in nothing but a robe.

She didn’t come right to the table, instead she walked to the window and picked up her dress. Laying it over her arm, she smiled at me.

“I guess I’ll be doing the walk of shame. Sans panties.” A perfectly contoured brow hitched up high, and I shook my head at her boldness of calling me out.

“You could stay here, naked until I get back.”