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“My turn.” He ducked his head as I lifted his shirt and tossed it to the floor then reached for his belt. He stood stock-still as I unhooked it and slid it apart. His fingers went to the button on my jeans as I worked his. When my fingers touched his belly, he gasped.

I paused for a moment and waited for his breathing to slow before I unzipped his pants. The sound echoed through the room, as if announcing he was about to be free.

He slid my pants down my legs and I stepped out of them, leaving me in only a bra and underwear. I thought about telling him that was as far as I needed to go, but when he reached around me for the clasp on my bra, I didn’t stop him for some reason.

Liberated from my bra, my breasts felt free, and I rubbed them of their tightness after being harnessed all day. He stopped my hands with a growl. “You really can’t do that right now.”

I nodded and slid my wrists from his hands, then pulled his jeans down to his ankles. Halfway down, I was greeted by his eagerness. I wanted to touch his hardness to see if it felt as good as it looked, but now wasn’t the time. He was struggling enough as it was.

When I stood, he tugged my thong down and I was left in nothing but my flushed skin. He stepped back and removed his boxers, revealing what I had suspected. He was one impressive man. I longed to jump him right there, but I held my eagerness back and crawled into bed, hoping sleep would come quick.

He turned off the light and pulled the covers down. “You’re so beautiful. I don’t know how I’m going to remain in this bed all night with you and not go mad with want.”

“You promised,” I teased.

“I did.” But when he crawled onto the bed, I thought I would lose my mind worse than I already had.

Chapter Twenty-Five

The aroma of fresh coffee lured me from slumber. My eyelids fluttered, protesting against the bright morning light. “What time is it?” I moaned.

“Time for Sleeping Beauty to wake up.”

I opened my eyes to find Drake crawling back into bed with me, holding out a steaming mug. “Thank you,” I rasped and sat up, taking the warm cup between my hands.

He rubbed a knuckle up my exposed forearm. “You look beautiful.”

“Liar. I’m a mess. I can’t believe I slept so well. Did you?”

He smiled. “At first it was a challenge. We’ve got to do something about that twitching butt of yours. But after about an hour, exhaustion won over my desire to have my way with you.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t too much torture to sleep next to me.”

“You have no idea.” He lifted the sheet, exposing my breasts. “I never thought of myself as a boob man, but those are mighty tempting.”

I smacked the sheet back against my chest. “No peeking.”

“Hmm…that’s all I did last night.” His eyes blazed with passion, and I knew he’d struggled to keep his deal with me. “Now, you need to get up and be downstairs in ten. I have a feeling being up here naked isn’t a good idea right now.”

“Why’s that?” I sipped the rich flavor with a hint of vanilla. “Mmmm.”

“Because Ton will be here soon.”

I choked and coughed, trying not to spew coffee all over his bed.

“Ah, I hope this is a good surprise.” He set his mug down on the side table and took mine to rest it next to his. “Did I get this wrong? He called and said he had business in town and asked to see you.”

“Business in town? What kind of business does an electrician have in Atlanta? Besides, he never leaves the Community.”

“I suspected as much. I think big brother is checking up on you.” He stood and offered me his hand. I took it and rose from the bed, the covers sliding down my body. His gaze followed the retreating material then rose back to meet my eyes.

“I wish I could tolerate cold water, ’cause I think it’s my turn to cool off,” I muttered. I hopped down from the bed and trotted to the bathroom.

“It’s about time you suffered, little one. I’ve been tortured enough.”

I waited for the water to warm up then stepped inside. “You’ve only known me for less than two months.”

“That may be so, honey. But still, I know you better than any woman I’ve dated in years, yet I haven’t been with you. How strange is that?”