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“Let’s feel dumb together because I was just thinking the same thing. Won’t you be sick of me, though?”

He leaned back, his eyes wide and insecure.

“Oh my precious little babe,” I crooned. “Never.”

“Precious little babe?” He huffed and cocked his elegant eyebrow at me.

“I have no idea where that just came from,” I told him, feeling my cheeks heat.

“Gods, you’re cute. Come on, take me back to bed.”

***

Beryl and I spent most of Sunday in bed. It was the best time of my life.

After breakfast and our walk, he pulled me back to my new bed. We fell over each other like starving animals. Within minutes we were naked and hard.

I couldn’t remember ever having this much sex in a single day. If you had asked me before if I had the stamina for this, my answer would have been a firm no.

But Thor, I couldn’t get enough of this man. Over and over again, I got lost in his embrace, lost in the tight grip he had on me, and the little noises he made when he came.

“As much as it sucks to acknowledge it, I am starving,” Beryl said way past noon. We’d worked all the calories from our porridges off, and then some.

“Do you want to cook here or eat out?”

“Ugh, stop tempting me again, you sexy man,” Bee chastised me with a laugh. “Eating outisa personal favourite of mine. But I don’t know what you prefer?”

“We could drive over to the distillery. Their food is amazing.”

“A distillery? That sounds great. Yeah, let’s check it out.”

We got up, showered, and dressed.

“Lucky I brought a change of clothes.” Beryl blushed as he pulled out a grey shirt and dark slacks from his bag. It was a simple outfit but it made him look like a million coppers.

“You look great,” I muttered, struggling as always with the buttons on my shirt. Missing a crucial part of my finger made things difficult.

“You, too. Here, let me.” He gently pulled my hands away and buttoned my shirt for me. I stole a tiny kiss when he smoothed the garment out over my pecs.

Hand in hand, we went to the car, and I drove us out to Lone Fox Distillery. It was barely fifteen minutes away and well worth the drive.

We often did projects for the owners, Fitz and Maddie. It felt a bit like coming home, and with my gust of wind, too.

“Wow! That’s so pretty!” Bee gaped out of the car window as we drove up to the cluster of houses and barns sitting in the middle of the heather-dusted hills.

I parked the car, decided to be cheesy, and pulled him close. “Just like you,” I told him in a whisper and kissed him.

“Gods, I have no self control when you say cute shit like that.” His hand dropped to my cock, rubbing me through my trousers. I plucked it off.

“Not here. Let’s eat, and then I will take you home and you can grope me as much as you like.”

“Are you asking me to stay the night again?”

I hummed, nuzzling my mouth into his palm. “I am.”

“Good.” Thank the gods I had the late shift on Monday.

We got out of the car and entered the restaurant hand in hand.