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It was startling, and yet it made perfect sense.

As if I couldn’t believe the depths of my feelings for him, but at the same time—I mean, no shit, I had tons and tons of feelings for him.

We hadn’t wanted to put a name on this thing or go too fast, but it wasn’t like we’d just met.

It wasn’t like this was the first time we’d been close.

We weren’t starting from scratch—we were picking up where, I realized now, it had been a mistake to leave off.

Or maybe we’d needed the time apart. We’d both needed time to mature. Time to figure out who we were and what we wanted out of life.

It just seemed inevitable that we’d eventually find our way back to each other, and now that we had…

I sighed as I watched him helping a tiny boy maneuver a puck with a hockey stick.

Why is it that every time I look at you, I’m surprised by how much I love you?

The relative quiet after the party was amazing.

All the guests were gone. Everything had been cleaned up (and credit where it was due—Tim and Bryan had stayed until that task was done). The boys were in their rec room upstairs, playing some new video games they’d received as gifts. Nothing to do now but wind down.

After Trev put the leftover birthday cake in the fridge, he exhaled. “Well. That was fun.” He looked at me. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I did. Kind of glad to have some quiet now, though.”

He pushed out a breath. “Me too. I love having a house full of kids, but I also love when they go home.”

I laughed. “Seriously. It was fun, but the quiet afterward is nice too.”

He grunted softly. Then he glanced up at the ceiling before looking at me. “While they’re upstairs playing their games…” He gestured for me to follow him. “Can you give me a hand with something in the basement?”

“Sure. Yeah.”

I didn’t think anything of it until we walked into the laundry room and he said, “Shut the door?”

Shut the door? Uh. Okay.

I did, and I watched, puzzled, as he pulled some dry towels out of a laundry backset and tossed them into the dryer. Then he started it up, the machine rumbling loudly to life in the small room.

Before I could ask questions, Trev pulled me in by my hips and kissed me.

Oh. Ooh .

Okay, now I knew what he was thinking.

I wrapped my arms around him and returned his hot, hungry kiss. He was already hard, too, so we were definitely on the same page.

“We have to be quiet,” he whispered between kisses, the sound barely carrying over the dryer. “Completely quiet.”

“Uh-huh. Got it.”

He groaned softly and went for my neck. “I was going to wait until we went to bed, but God, I want you,” he purred. “Right fucking now.”

My answer was a whimper that hopefully translated to, “Yes, please.”

It must have, because in the next moment, we were unzipping flies and rucking down pants.

“We don’t have any lube,” I panted. “We’ll… just go slow at first?”

Trev paused as if I’d caught him by surprise.

He seemed to catch up quick, though, because he hoisted me up onto the edge of the dryer, pushed my thighs apart, and?—

“Oh, fuck,” I breathed shakily, carding my fingers through his hair. “Trev…” I let my head fall back against the cabinet and tried like hell not to make a sound. That wasn’t easy. Not with the things this man could do with his tongue.

How the fuck was I supposed to stay quiet? Especially when I managed to open my eyes and look down at him.

Oh my God, that was a sexy view. His strong hands gripping my thighs. His face buried between my legs as he went to town on me. The heat in his eyes when he glanced up.

And just like the first time and every time, his tongue was absolute magic. He always seemed to know exactly how much pressure to apply—where that fine line was between that feels so good and ow!

If he kept that magic up, he was going to make me come. And if he made me come, “quiet” wasn’t going to be a thing.

“Fuck me,” I demanded through my teeth. “Please?”

He gave one last mind-blowing circle with his tongue, then pushed himself up. As I wrapped my legs around his waist, he asked, “Think lube will be a problem now?”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

I hadn’t even finished the sentence before he was inside me.

Trev shuddered and swore, and then he thrust again.

He buried his face against my neck, and he fucked into me like a man possessed.

I dug my nails into his shoulders and my teeth into my lip, fighting back a cry that desperately wanted to escape.

He just… Christ, he felt so fucking good.

“We can take our time when we go to bed,” he murmured against my skin. “And we will.” He thrust again, using my neck to muffle his groan. “But I just… needed you. Right now.”

“M-me too.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “God, Trev…”

He made a low, throaty sound, then gasped. “Fuck, I’m gonna—I’m gonna come.” His shaky voice barely carrying over the whump-whump-whump of the dryer. “Fuck, Cam, I’m?—”

“Come, baby,” I whispered. “Don’t hold back.”

Oh, he didn’t. He thrust a few more times, hard and deep, and then a choked moan escaped his throat as he shuddered.

I rocked my hips as much as I could in this position to drive him on until he relaxed with a heavy sigh.

Then he thrust all the way in, making the dryer’s feet scrape on the concrete as he somehow—God, somehow—didn’t make a sound.

The dryer’s noise and vibration had nothing on the way he trembled with the force of his orgasm and what looked like a ton of effort to stay quiet.

Abruptly, he exhaled, then relaxed, sagging against me.

I just held him while he caught his breath.

“Holy shit,” he breathed into my shoulder.

“Uh-huh.” I held him tight, still panting and shaking myself.

“Fuck, that was fast.” He laughed, sounding a little drunk. “You’re going to make me a minuteman after all, you know that?”

“And?” I grinned, running my fingers through his hair. “Quickies are fun.”

“Uh-huh. They are.” He kissed me and let it linger for a long moment. When he looked in my eyes, his were full of fire. “You still need to come, though.”

Before I could gather my thoughts, he’d pulled out and slipped two fingers into me.

Closing my eyes, I bit my lip and gripped his shoulders. “Jesus, Trev…”

He said something, but I was too turned on to process it. Then his mouth was on mine, and I just held on while he kissed me and drove me into the stratosphere with his hand. The way his fingers worked inside while the heel of his hand pressed just right—fucking hell, this man was magic.

I broke the kiss with a gasp and pressed my head back against the cabinet. “Trev… fuck…” I thought he growled some encouragement or… I don’t know. Something. All I knew for sure was that he was so, so damn good at this, and I was so close, right there, so close to that edge and?—

Trev’s kiss silenced the cry I didn’t even know I was releasing, and he kept me quiet as he kept me coming, and he didn’t let up until I shakily grabbed his wrist.

“Holy shit,” I breathed when I could form words again.

He had the cockiest grin on his swollen lips. “You were supposed to stay quiet.” He sounded thoroughly pleased with himself.

“I did.” I braced a hand on the edge of the dryer just to keep from trembling apart. “I knew you’d shut me up.”

He snorted. “Yeah, well.” The grin turned to a wicked look. “Later tonight?” He brushed his lips across mine. “I’m going to be peeling you off the ceiling all over again.”

I shivered, because this man had absolutely earned the right to have this much bravado about his sexual prowess. “Going to take you up on that.”

Desire gleamed in his eyes, and I was tempted to suggest we say to hell with it, go up to one of our bedrooms, and get on with that second round. But we weren’t alone in the house, so… no. Later.

Trev helped me down to the floor, and once I was steady on my feet, he reached past me to shut off the dryer.

Instantly, the house was still and silent.

No voices or movement filtered down from the upper floor, so the boys were probably still in their playroom.

They probably hadn’t even noticed or cared that we were gone.

We stepped into the gym, grabbed a couple of towels, and cleaned ourselves up. When we’d finished fixing ourselves up, we were both still a tiny bit flushed; if anything, we looked like we’d just moved something heavy.

I did feel a little guilty as I followed Trev back upstairs. Was it weird, sneaking off for a quickie while the boys were awake?

But he glanced over his shoulder, grinned, and winked at me. If he thought it was okay, then… I mean…

On the first floor, I went into the kitchen, desperate for some water. He continued upstairs, probably to check on the boys. A minute later, he came back down and joined me.

“They didn’t notice we were gone?” I asked, still not quite sure how I felt about this.

“Pfft.” Trev pulled a glass down from the cabinet. “They’ve got brand-new games. About the only thing that’ll pull their heads up from those screens is the sound of the ice cream truck.”

Okay, he had a point. The kids weren’t addicted to their screens, and they’d put them down if they were asked, but they did have brand-new games. Those were going to keep them engrossed for a while until the novelty wore off.

“So it isn’t weird, then?” I asked. “Ducking out while they’re awake and…”

Trev chuckled. “Nah. I thought it was, but from what I’ve gathered on parenting boards, everyone sneaks out for a quickie sometimes.”

“Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. Where do you think I learned the trick of turning on the dryer?”

“Oh.” I snorted. “And here I thought that was just supposed to enhance the experience.”

“I mean, two birds, one stone…” He shrugged.

I laughed and rolled my eyes, and it was startlingly difficult not to step in close and put a hand on his waist or steal a kiss.

I sipped my water instead, grateful for the cold. “For the record,” I whispered. “I’ve never dated—or, well, done whatever this is with someone who has kids. So I’m not quite sure where all the lines are.”

Trev nodded. “I know. And it’s my first time dating as a single dad.” He let his gaze drift toward the stairs, and he sighed, letting his shoulders drop. “One minute, I feel like it’s no big deal. The next, I’m afraid I’ll completely screw up their childhood if I do something wrong.”

“Is that dating as a single dad, or just parenting in general?”

He pursed his lips, then laughed as he shifted his focus back to me. “Definitely parenting in general.” He grimaced as he brought his glass up to his lips. “I love my kids and I love being a dad, but I won’t tell you for a second that it’s easy.”

“No, I figured that out.” I paused. “Especially because there’s so much… soccer. ”

Trev choked on his water, very nearly spitting it on me.

I cackled. “You deserved that!”

“What? For fucking you?”

“No! For making me go to soccer!” I paused, then shrugged. “Fucking me gets you a lot of leeway.”

He rolled his eyes, put his glass aside, and wrapped an arm around my waist. “You’re a brat.”

For a split second, I was afraid we shouldn’t do this out in the open, but… the boys were very firmly ensconced upstairs, and neither was particularly stealthy coming down the stairs. So it was perfectly safe to let Trev wrap me up in his arms. It was safe to let him claim a long, lazy kiss.

Or two.