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Resting my head on Tucker’s chest, I inhale his familiar woodsy scent. The persistent thump of his heart under my cheek is like a lullaby. I could sit here wrapped up in him forever.

When we finish the episode, Wes turns to tonight’s episode of Jeopardy! Again, the guys call out the answers. Wes gets most of them right, too.

“Come on,” Tuck says, nudging me, when I haven’t said anything for a full half hour. “I know you know these answers.”

I force a smile for him. “Just getting the lay of the land. I don’t want to presume—”

“Presume away,” he says. He wraps his pinky around a strand from my ponytail and presses his forehead to my temple. He breathes in deep.

“Are you sniffing me?”

“You smell good,” he says. He drops a kiss to my forehead and leans back in the armchair. His hand shifts higher on my thigh.

When the episode ends, I look around the room curiously. What happens now? Do we sit here and watch cable TV together like we’re eighty?

Miles clears his throat and stands. Sam clings to him with doe eyes.

“Good night,” he says.

“Use protection,” Greg tells them, and Miles’ face goes beet red.

“Thank you, we will,” Sam tells him seriously.

Tucker snickers quietly into my ear. “Want to head upstairs?”

My pulse goes thready. “You want to…?”

“We can turn on Notting Hill,” he says, his eyes bright.

I slip off his lap.

“You’re leaving us, too?” Barrett says, his eyebrows raised.

“We’ll catch up with y’all later,” Tucker tells him. He claps Greg on the shoulder as he passes by.

“Don’t forget the condoms!” Greg yells after us, as we start up the stairs.

Chapter twenty-four

Tucker

I’ve barely closed the door after us when Mason is in my arms. She laughs and winds her arms around my neck, bringing our bodies together.

“I’m not really in the mood to watch a movie,” she admits. Her hand trails down my chest, over my belly, and brushes against my cock. She presses the heel of her palm into my crotch and slowly strokes.

All of my blood rushes south. “And what are you in the mood for?”

She tips her face up for a kiss. “You. Naked.”

My cock jerks in my suit pants. “That can be arranged.”

“You don’t want a month of celibacy?” Her smile is wry, but her eyes are sharp.

“If that’s what you need, I’m happy to go along with that plan,” I tell her honestly. “I’d much rather spend the next month fucking you into next Tuesday.”

Her warm brown cheeks turn a dusky pink. “Yeah?”

My mouth descends hungrily upon hers. She opens for me, pulling my body flush against hers. Our tongues meet and my entire body shakes. I need her like an addict needs a fix, like I can’t breathe without her in my lungs, like I can’t function without her in my heart.