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He bites into his lower lip, running his fingertips over the edge of my pec. "I'm thinking something…"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah." His eyes burn with hunger. "You promised me eight hours, big boy. I'm ready for my next round."

12

Decker

I wake up snuggled against a warm wall of muscle. Blinking my eyes fully open, I crane my neck over my shoulder. With Rocky's massive arms secure around me, all I can see is the side of his tanned naked body pressed against my pale-ass skin.

Not only did I sleep with a client, I stayed the night.

That's two firsts for me.

Since we were a little too preoccupied to close the curtains, early morning light freely streams into the room while I try to collect my thoughts.

We agreed it was a one-time thing, right? An eight-hour vortex, if I remember correctly. To his credit, Rocky used up each and every single one of those hours by giving me the hottest dicking down I've ever received.

It takes a real man to keep up with a powerhouse bottom like me, and he kept up…and then some.

But that was then. This is now.

I need to get up. Check the status of the roads to see if they've been cleared. Get Zane up here pronto. And properly commence his and Rocky's fake dating assignment.

An unfamiliar tightness forms around my sternum.

Ishouldget up…but for some reason, I can't seem to get my body to move.

Just one more minute.

I don't have it in me to fight with my subconscious with no caffeine in my bloodstream, so I lie there peacefully for one more minute.

Okay, maybe two or three more minutes.

Then I lift Rocky's heavy arm off me and tiptoe around the room, scooping up my clothes.

I find my phone under his white Calvin's. Clutching the briefs to my chest like a loon, I check my phone for the time. The home screen is filled with a ton of notifications, which is nothing new.

But one catches my eye.

I open it, and a sharp gasp tears from my throat. "Oh no!"

13

Rocky

Decker's voice from across the room wakes me from my sleep. His side of the bed is still warm, but he's not in it. What's worse is the worried look on his face.

"What's wrong?" I ask, sitting up, fully alert, my heart kicking.

The longer Decker stares at his phone, the bigger the pit forming in my stomach becomes.

"I… We…" He shakes his head and looks up at me.

"It's okay. Whatever it is. You can tell me, ba?—"

Baby.