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The second my orgasm subsides, I collapse on top of him, fighting and failing to catch my breath.

“I take back what I said a while ago,” I confess as his arms wrap around me, pinning me to his chest.

“What’s that?” he asks, sounding as sleepy as I feel.

“Exercise isn’t all that bad.”

Laughter rumbles beneath my ear, and I drift off to sleep a few moments later with a sated smile on my face and my heart overflowing with everything I feel for this man.

70

CALVIN

“Sienna?” I whisper, but when I get nothing but heavy breathing in response, my suspicions are confirmed.

She’s fallen asleep, and I’m still inside her.

Happiness and contentment wrap around me, and I hold her even tighter.

I wish we could stay like this forever.

But as much as I want to stay in this bubble, I know we can’t. The outside world waits. Life is right outside this building, and before we’re ready, we’re going to have to step back into it.

The internet is a buzz of gossip about the woman who seems to have stolen my heart. Thankfully, no one discovered where I disappeared to for the holidays. I’ll do whatever I can to keep Sienna and her family out of the media, but I already know it won’t be easy. Everyone is going to have something to say. The bunnies will want to tear her down, and the kind of comments I know are already online about her make me feel sick.

Jealousy really is the devil.

I want to protect her with everything I am, but I already know I’m going to fail. I just have to hope she knows I’ll try my hardest.

She sleeps for about thirty minutes. I’m aware of the exact moment she wakes up. Her breath catches, and she sits up so quickly, my semi slips from her.

She blinks at me as sleep fades and she comes back to the here and now.

“I fell asleep,” she whispers.

“Yeah, darlin’, you did.”

She drops her forehead to my chest and groans.

“I’m sorry.”

“Hey,” I say, tucking my fingers under her chin and tipping her head up again so she can look at me. “Nothing to be sorry about.”

“I was meant to be giving you your gift.”

“You mean riding me until I lost my mind wasn’t my gift?” I tease.

She shakes her head before climbing off me, mumbling about going to clean up.

I watch her round ass as she walks toward her bedroom, and it’s not until she’s disappeared that I pull my own pants up and make my way to her kitchen to make coffee.

When she reappears, I’ve got two steaming mugs of coffee sitting before me on the counter, and she’s carrying a box.

Excitement tingles in my stomach at the thought of her getting me something.

“It’s not much. It’s not like…a diamond necklace or anything,” she says shyly.

“I’m sure it’s perfect.”