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I might keep Biscuit though.

“Oh gosh, no.” Sybil’s eyes go wide. “My mom doesn’t get me, but she’s never once not loved me.”

“Good.” I stand, carrying the washcloth to the hamper before returning. I climb onto the bed, pulling the covers up around us. “She can stay.”

Sybil scoots close. “I meant other men.”

I haul her against me. “Good thing you don’t have to worry about other men.”

She gives me a little smile. “I’m not.” Her lips purse, twisting to one side. “I am worried about when I’m gonna get the rest of option B though.”

Fuck. I’m laughing again. I’ve never laughed this much in a week, let alone a night.

Especially a night of fucking.

I press a kiss to her forehead. “Give me ten minutes.”

28

Sybil

“Hello.” My mother’s voice carries through the open bedroom door. “Is anyone awake?”

“What time is it?” Walker grumbles beside me, the heavy weight of his arm pulling tighter at my waist. “Why isn’t she hung over?”

“Good morning.”

The second feminine voice calling up the stairs makes me crack open one eye.

“Is that your aunt?” I scrub at my eyes as I try to sit up. “I need to get out of here or she’s going to figure out we’re sleeping together.”

“Sweetheart, I promise the first thing your mother told her was that she’s sleeping in my guestroom. Deidre knows damn well we’re sleeping together.” Walker hauls me back against him. “Maybe if we ignore them long enough they’ll be quiet.”

“I thought you said they’d be up getting ready to go to work. Do they not know what time it is?” The third female voice has me sitting up straight.

I turn my head and meet Walker’s wide eyes. “Why the fuck did they bring Constance here?” I whisper sharply.

“My best guess is because they hate us.” Walker finally releases me, groaning as he rolls out of bed. “I really wanted to sleep in just a little. Go into work a couple hours late.”

I hurry to where my suitcase lays open on the floor of Walker’s large closet. “I really wanted to fuck again before my mom came back.”

He follows me in, leaning against the doorframe as I peel off the borrowed T-shirt I slept in and drop it on the floor. “I can make that happen. I’ll just go tell them you’re taking a shower and it’ll be a few minutes.”

It is tempting. There’s only one problem. “You know damn well they won’t let you come back up here once you go downstairs.” I grab a pair of panties and step into them—or try to anyway. I catch a toe on one leg and start to tip.

Without missing a beat, Walker steps forward to rebalance me, then goes back to leaning on the doorframe.

“Thanks.” Yanking the panties up to my hips, I miraculously manage to remember what we were talking about. “Even if you did manage to get away, they’d know exactly what was happening.”

“Again, they already know exactly what’s happening.” Walker’s eyes fuse to my boobs as I bounce on a pair of leggings. “Remind me to put you on top tonight.”

“I need you to shut up about shit like that.” Grabbing the closest bra, I wrangle my tits into it. “I cannot go downstairs and face my mother, your aunt, and Constance thinking about bouncing on your dick.”

“If I have to think about it, you have to think about it.” Walker snags the shirt I just discarded and pulls it on. “And I can promise you I’m going to be thinking about it.”

Fucking hell. How am I going to get anything done with him around? I’m going to end up spending every second of my day staring across the room, my brain replaying the shit he does to me at night. The way his low voice rumbles in my ear as he talks me through an orgasm I was pretty sure was out of reach.

“I like when you get that look on your face, Snoopy.” Walker loops an arm around my waist, pulling me tight to his front. “Are you remembering what it feels like when I fuck you?”