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Can your dog cook?”
    “You wish. Mongo and I have the same experience with that.”
She was an Oreo and Ramen type of girl.
    “Good thing I can make breakfast then, huh?” He stroked her
skin a few more moments, tracing her scars, before popping her lightly on the
butt.
    “Watch it.” She nipped his shoulder, then rolled away,
taking the sheet with her to snuggle her pup. He needed to know she was still
in charge of her.
    Brett just chuckled, damn his eyes, and kissed the back of
her neck. “Waffles?”
    “Oh god. Please. Yes. Is there bacon?”
    “I always have bacon.” He laughed, nipping at her shoulder
before rolling off the bed.
    Damn, look at that man’s ass. She licked her lips. It was
hard, tight and round, the kind of ass that only came from sports like soccer
or tennis. Stair-climbing. Something.
    He turned around, grinned. “Like it?”
    “Uh-huh.” Why lie?
    “Good.” He shook it for her a little before bending to pull
on some soft pants, which was an even more pornalicious view. Hello male
objectification and hallelujah for it.
    She kept the sheet wrapped around her when she stood up and
he looked, then grinned and passed her a long, soft flannel shirt.
    “Thank you.” Her nipples were hard as rocks.
    “It’s a much better view than the sheet.”
    She wrinkled her nose at him. “They’re very manly sheets.”
    “It’s a very manly shirt, but your boobs looks great in it.”
    “Boobs?” She fought her grin.
    “Yeah.” His answering grin made her a little weak in the
knees. “You know, those pretty, bouncy things you have that I don’t.”
    “Perv.” She closed the shirt over her top, her nipples
aching.
    “Oh, you have no idea. Come on.” He held out a hand, then
led her to the bathroom when she took it. She remembered where that was and
what they’d done there. The memory didn’t help her nipple situation at all.
    He handed her a brush, a new toothbrush, then leaned on the
bathroom wall, watching her. “What?”
    “What, what? I want to watch you brush your hair.”
    “Oh.” Okay, now why did that make her goosepimply? She
picked up the brush and started working it through her hair, easing out the
tangles.
    “Hey, at least I didn’t offer to shave your legs. I figure
that’s at least the third sleepover.”
    “Like I’d let you.” Oh, fuck. That was hot.
    “Hmm.” His eyes glittered, hot as flame. “I’d let you shave
me.”
    Sure he would. Maybe trim that lumberjack look some.
    “I could do that.” Her pussy ached for him and she pulled a
little too hard on the brush, tugging her hair and making her wince.
    “Hey, now.” He straightened up from the wall, coming up
behind her and taking the brush. “No hurting.”
    The feeling of the brush moving through her hair under his
hand made her eyes cross. A soft sound started bubbling inside her, her entire
body flushed with a sweet arousal.
    “Much better.” His voice went deep, growly, a tone she was
already coming to recognize as need.
    “Yeah.” She turned to him, nuzzled his jaw. One more time
couldn’t hurt, right?
    “Mmm.” He lifted her, hand under her butt, but he didn’t
take her back to the bedroom. He pressed her right against the cool tile of the
bathroom wall.
    The tiny shock made her chuckle, gasp and arch into him. It
was a rare man who was strong enough for her. He laughed with her, bending to
lick a spot on her neck that made her grunt. Oh crap. Had he left a mark?
    “You better not leave hickeys.” With her uniform, it would
show.
    “No hickeys. I just love it when you’re sensitive.”
    She could live with that, she guessed.
    She explored his shoulders, his throat, loving the way he
felt warm, solid. Strong. His neck was corded with muscle, his pulse getting
faster with each press of her lips to his skin.
    “Make me a little stupid, Brett. I swear.”
    “Good on me.” He was a little smug for her taste, but with
his cock against her lower belly, it was hard to care.
    She reached