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“I don’t mean just this either. But I’m not gonna lie. This was very, very good, Mary,” he says with a playful note in his voice.

And the way he says my name? It sounds almost reverent.

Like a promise.

I lick my lips, going for broke, “Maybe we can do it again sometime?”

“Damn straight we will. Firecracker, I'm not planning on stopping anytime soon.”

And for the first time all night, I believe him.

Twenty

Kai

The best part about last night?

After the first two times we made love—wait, did I just say made love?

Jesus Christ.

Listen to me.

I'm Kai Montego.

My dating history can basically be summed up as wham bam, thank you ma'am, and don't forget your phone charger on the way out.

Women who used me just like I used them.

No attachments.

No drama.

No feelings.

No staying for breakfast.

Hell, most mornings I couldn't tell you the last name of the woman beside me.

But Mary?

Shit.

Mary Donahue has apparently broken my brain.

Because not only did I stay the night, I woke up wanting her all over again.

And making love to her—fuck you, because that’s what it was—with the soft morning light spilling over her peaches and cream skin?

Fucking perfection.

Hell, I even made her coffee before I left.

And yes, I had to leave—albeit reluctantly—because her mom was coming home.

But before I walked out the door, I set up another date.

An actual date.

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