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I walk into his bedroom, climb onto his bed, and lie back with a groan. I should have known when I started writing my comedy set and every joke was about him that he’d become far too important to me. I should have known I was falling for him.

In fact, I should have known I was already in love.

I let out a soft moan and bury my face in the pillows. I breathe in his scent and let it sink in.

I love Brett Selleck.

I love him, and I’m going to have to enjoy every moment I have with him until he decides to end whatever this is. Because while I don’t know much, one thing I do know is, he isn’t the sort of man who can give me forever.

Chapter Twenty

BRETT

“I should have known we wouldn’t be able to resist touching each other,” Rosie says sleepily as she runs her fingers down my chest.

“You’re the one who begged me,” I say, catching her fingers and kissing them.

“I didn’t beg you. I said if we had a spare thirty minutes, I wouldn’t mind making love once.” She giggles. “I should have known thirty minutes would turn into three hours, and once would turn into four times.”

“Hey, I didn’t know you’d want shower sex as well,” I say, running my fingers through her hair.

“Well, what can I say when there’s a hard man pressed up behind me?” She presses her lips to my neck. “It’s very hard for me to resist something so hard.”

“Ooh, you can’t resist me, eh? I like it.” I run my fingers across her nipples. “You know, if I were a painter, I’d spend my weekends painting you.”

“Really? Would you spend your weekends painting me or touching me?”

“Ooh, I don’t know. Maybe both?” I say, and she bursts out laughing.

“I’d spend my weekends drawing your cock,” she says, reaching under the sheet. Her fingers run up my length before rubbing against the tip. I feel myself leak a little, and she giggles. “Are you still hot and horny for me, Brett?” she asks in an innocent, teasing voice.

I growl as I pull her toward me and kiss her. She murmurs against my lips and strokes me, up and down, making me harder.

“You know what you do to me, don’t you?” I mutter against her mouth.

She bites down on my lip before stroking me some more.

“You’re going to be so tired tomorrow morning,” I say. “Did you even finish your set?”

“I didn’t, but that’s okay. I’ve still got tomorrow.” She smiles and touches the side of my face. “Right now, I want to enjoy being here with you.”

“By coming up with more jokes for your set?”

“Oh yeah. I’m going to talk all about how you fucked me on the kitchen counter and then on the rug, and now I have rug burn on my back.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. I kind of liked being flipped over onto my front.” She gives me a wink. “I have to admit, I felt every inch of you inside me in that position.”

“And that’s a lot of inches, isn’t it?”

“I’m not going to answer that question, Brett.”

“We both know it’s a lot of inches.”

I slide my fingers across her stomach and down between her legs. She gasps as I flick her clit with my fingernail.

“Are you going for a record tonight?” she gasps as I slip a finger inside her.