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“Oh, this? I picked it up at a bookstore this morning.” He holds it up. Inside of a Dog. “Figured it might help me understand Mabes better.”

“Right. Yeah. I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.” He scoffs at me and flicks to the first chapter. “Honestly, I’m just impressed you can actually read.”

He chuckles. “Shut the fuck up.”

Just to prove me wrong, Rovvy actually reads half of his book during the rest of the flight. He even pulls a highlighter from his backpack and starts highlighting lines. I’ve no idea if he’s going to discuss his findings with Mabel or what, but I keep any questions to myself, afraid of what the answers might be.

By the time we finally disembark, my body aches from being stuck in a chair for so long, and my eyes are heavy. I struggle to sleep when I’m in my own bed, let alone on a flight. But thoughts of sleep are far from my mind. There are other, more pleasurable things I want to do before finally closing my eyes.

I’m in my car before some of the guys have even made it off the plane, and before I know it, the engine is roaring to life and I’m headed home.

Excitement flutters inside me at the thought of Garrett being in my bed, waiting for me.

I sent him a message when we touched down to let him know that his wait was almost over, but he hadn’t responded by the time I got to my car.

Did it make me nervous that he wasn’t waiting to hear from me? Yeah, a little. But I’m trying not to overthink that.

The drive takes forever, or at least, it seems to.

Every ounce of my patience has drained from me by the time I pull up in my garage. I dive out of my car, leaving my luggage inside to deal with later.

I race through the house, making sure to check in the den just in case Garrett gave up on me and decided to watch some TV instead. But it’s empty.

My legs burn as I take the stairs two at a time, praying he didn’t get so bored that he took himself home.

I shake my arms out at my sides as I approach my closed bedroom door, trying to get myself together before I burst in there and take exactly what I’ve been craving since I left town.

My hand trembles as I reach for the handle, and I curse myself for falling under this man’s spell so easily.

The room is silent as I push the door open, the soft light coming from the lamps on my nightstand.

A smile curls at my lips, and fire shoots through my veins when I find exactly what I was hoping for.

A gorgeous, naked man laid out on my bed.

Only…

He’s asleep.

He’s waiting for me, though, because he’s got his semi-hard cock in his hand like an offering.

My dick jerks in excitement.

It’s like coming home and finding it’s actually Christmas morning.

As quietly as I can, I strip out of my clothes before crawling up the bed and between his thighs.

I take him in, letting my eyes linger on the dark birthmark on his thigh, and a scar from what I assume was an appendix surgery that sits low on his stomach. My eyes linger on his peaceful face. His full lashes flutter as if he’s dreaming, and his full lips are parted.

He’s beautiful.

And right now, he’s all mine.

I just need to wake him up to remind him of that.

Before I can think better of it, I duck my head low and press my lips to the deep V that leads to his cock.

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