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“No, I assumed you were tired and were trying to go back to sleep.”

“Nah, it’s all good.”

Joss sat up and tucked a pillow behind him. He folded his arms, not a good sign when the omega you had sex with was protecting himself with a barrier.

“Did you want to talk?”

I didn’t. I wanted breakfast and more sex, in that order, but “talking” suggested we had to examine what and why we did what we did.

“Ummm…” It was best to jump right in and get it over with. If the discussion went south—the only thing I wanted headed in that direction was my mouth, sliding over his skin—I hopedwe could act professionally so Joss could finish the job he’d be contracted to do.

“I don’t regret having sex with you and would like to have more.” Hmmm, that wasn’t the impression I wanted to give. Sounded as though I wanted him for a sex toy. “And I’d like to get to know you better.”

A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips. “I second that.”

My belly grumbled, and Joss cupped his ear. “Hark! Someone is trying to tell us something.”

The tension that I’d bottled up inside me burst out, and I snorted. “It’s not very subtle.”

Now we had the should we or shouldn’t we decision of did we shower together or should I assume Joss wanted to be alone.

“Let’s get room service.”

One pitfall avoided.

He pulled up the menu on his phone, and we ordered a variety of hot and cold dishes. Vigorous sex had made me hungry, but it was the intimacy, the closeness with my forever mate, that had me ravenous.

Joss put on a robe and signed for the food, and I crawled to the bottom of the bed and stole a piece of bacon.

“Ahhh, you’rethatsort of breakfast person.”

Lying on my face and studying Joss upside down, I held up what remained of the piece. “Want some?”

He tapped his lips. “Let me think. Do I want to eat the remains of some bacon when you’ve devoured most of it?” He grabbedanother piece and shoved the whole bit into his mouth. His cheeks bulged, reminding me of a chipmunk. But the best part was when he finished and licked the bacon grease off his lips.

I was jealous of his tongue because I wanted to do that.

“Coffee?” He held up the pot.

“Please, with just a touch of milk.”

He raised a brow. “Really? I prefer my milk with coffee. Just shows how different we are. ”

If he only knew just how true that was, seeing as he was human and I wasn’t.

Turned out my mate liked runny eggs, while that grossed me out. He spread lashings of butter on his toast, and I tamped down the desire to talk of cholesterol.

“That was so good.” My mate only had one coffee while I drained the pot.

Now that my belly was sated, I was looking forward to giving him a blow job. If he was into it.

Stop! You have to introduce me to him.

I can’t do it inside. He might jump out the window. We were only on the second floor, but humans were fragile.

Joss picked up the now-empty pot. “We should order more because we have a lot to get through.”

I guessed he was talking about work, not us giving one another mutual blow jobs. It was why we’d come here, but now that we’d had sex, work was far from my mind.