Chapter 28

“Good girl,” I praise, pressing a kiss to her temple as I slowly pull out.

I’m smiling wide, excited to make plans with her again, to call her.

I chuckle, glancing down at the mess I’ve left behind—both holes filled, skin slick with sweat and sex.

She reeks of me. There’s no hiding what she’s been up to tonight.

“Are you still leaving me for family dinner, or am I coming with?” I ask, picking her up and placing her in a comfortable spot on the bed.

Her hair is wild, and her eyes are bright with defiance and afterglow.

“I said you can have my number. That’s enough of a win, I think.” She smirks, unapologetic.

“Never-ending sass,” I mutter, amused.

“Are you going to be filthy and not clean up?”

She nods, smug.

Fuck me.

“Get under the covers. It’s time to rest up.”

We both slide under the blankets, her body folding easily into mine. I pull her flush against me, spooning her as my chin finds a comfortable spot atop her head and my arm tightens around her waist.

“You are incredible,” I murmur, brushing my lips against her hair. “Now, go to sleep.”

I kiss the back of her head again and again. My lips can’t seem to stay away. Every touch brings back a memory from tonight. I should be exhausted, but I’m wired, buzzing from the energy of something new, something I didn’t expect.

I’ve been looking for someone who can take me—all of me. Someone who doesn’t flinch at the rough parts but leans into them. Someone who gives it back, who can laugh and sass and beg and still surprise me.

And then, this girl in a tacky Christmas sweater had to walk into my bar on Christmas Eve. Now, my world feels turned upside down in the best way.

She lets out a soft snore, and I smile into her hair.

This girl’s stamina is almost more impressive than her mouth. Seven times, I count. Four on the couch. Once in the shower. Twice on my cock.

Seven’s always been my lucky number.

We still haven’t exchanged names, although I know hers.

I pull her in tighter. “Good night, baby girl,” I whisper, closing my eyes.

I’ll sleep on what to get Morgan for Christmas, something better than a drink and orgasms.

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