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And somehow, magically find a way to relax in his very un-relaxing house.

“I just don’t want to let you down, Maren.” He holds me tighter. “If you and Zara ever ended up in a bad position because of a decision I made, I don’t think I would be able to get over it.”

This fucking man.

How can someone be so annoyingly and infuriatingly sweet? I want to yell at him and cuddle him at the same time.

But maybe I could settle for something that might make us both feel a little better.

Shoving away from him, I point the way we came in. “Close the door.”

Trevor looks in the direction I indicated. “Why?”

I grab the hem of my sweatshirt, yanking it over my head and letting it drop to the floor. “Because we’re about to fuck.”

21

Trevor

Those words were the last thing I expected to come out of Maren’s mouth, which is probably why I’m staring at her dumbly as she strips off her clothes.

Or maybe I’m just stunned speechless at the sight of the first naked woman to grace my bedroom in years.

Technically, I haven’t actually seen Maren fully naked before now, and honestly the view is melting my brain. It’s a little shocking to me how tiny she actually is. Not because I don’t rationally know she’s short and slim, but because she seems to take up so much more space in the world.

In my world.

Once the last article of her clothing is piled on my floor, she props both hands on her hips, cocking an eyebrow. “You’re staring.”

“I’m not staring.” My gaze travels down the column of her neck and over the ridge of her collarbone, sweeping over the slight swells of her breasts before tracing the dip of her naval. “I’m memorizing.”

Maren snorts. “You’re so weird.”

I don’t think she has any clue how much it turns me on when she gives me shit. How much easier it makes it for me to want to be around her. How much safer I feel being myself because of it.

I hook my fingers beneath my already loosened tie, tugging it free of my neck. “You’re not gonna be saying that in two minutes.”

“Two minutes?” Maren watches my movements as I shuck my wrinkled jacket and begin working the buttons of my shirt loose. “That’s almost not worth taking my clothes off for.”

“Tell me that in four minutes.” I work the shirt down my arms, letting it rest wherever it falls. Then I advance, urging Maren back with the press of my body against hers. “And again in six.”

I’ve never been one to half-ass anything. And while she might be a little judgy about my work ethic, I think Maren’s going to change her opinion about my dedication pretty quickly.

Encircling her waist with both hands, I lift her feet off the ground, tossing her onto my bed. Before she can fully recover from the sudden shift in her location, I crawl over her, dragging my nose up the center of her body as I go. “How long do we have?”

Maren’s fingers grip my shoulders. “Ten minutes. Tops.”

“You might want to set a timer then, because if I do this right, you’re gonna lose track.” Pushing up to my knees, I wrestle off my undershirt before dropping back down over her. “And I’m gonna do this right.”

So far, Maren hasn’t seen the best I have to offer. Not by a long shot. But that changes today. Because I don’t plan for this to be it between us. I know it can’t ever be all I want, but I’m positive I can make it worth her time to continue seeking me out.

I pull my phone from the pocket of my slacks, tossing it to her before shucking them along with my underwear. “I’m serious. Set an alarm.”

I can’t even begin to imagine how to be a good parent, but I do know letting Zara find me balls deep in her sister isn’t a great start. So, while Maren unlocks my phone with my face and opens the clock app, I get to work.

There’s so much I want to do with her, but I’ve got to be smart about this. Use my time wisely.

And I know exactly how to do it.