I shift on the bed and startle. A muscled, tatted arm holds me captive. As I lie perfectly still, my fuzzy brain scrambles for an answer, then remembers. I’m in Deuce’s bed after a night of toe-curling, outstanding sex. The best sex I’ve had—since the last time we had sex. Three orgasms, maybe four. I lost count. Another first, along with knocking on Deuce’s door last night after I swore I wouldn’t.
Doesn’t say much for my willpower, but I can’t say I regret it. More like I can’t wait till it happens again and again. No, no, and hell no. This whatever it is can never happen again, and that’s exactly what I plan on telling Deuce when he wakes up.
A man like him has a different woman in his bed every night, and there’s no way I’m becoming one of them or letting on how much I enjoyed whatever this was, or how much I might be feeling for him. Again, no, no, and hell no.
The knock on the door jars me out of my thoughts.
“Deuce?” Gruff. Hard. Ace.
My back stiffens, and he knocks harder this time.
Then again and it sounds like he uses his fist this time. “Hey, fucker, wake the hell up.”
Deuce shifts on the bed. His thigh rubs against mine, and my insides tingle. Not good. Not good at all. I roll toward the edge of the bed, and his arm hooks around my waist, dragging me back.
“Where the fuck you think you’re goin’?” His raspy growl hits my core and spreads throughout my body.
I try to untangle myself from him, but his arm tightens, pulling me into his side, and then under him. “We can’t.”
“Little late for that, babe.” He knees my thighs apart and runs the length of his cock over my center, making me shiver.
I push at his chest. “No, you don’t understand. We can’t.”
“Sure we can, ‘cause I’m gonna get in you so deep, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
A door slams then. “Hey, Deuce, you up?” Ace’s voice is much clearer, much closer.
Deuce stiffens, then jackknifes off the bed. “Shit!” he hisses.
“Deuce?”
“Yeah, yeah, give me a minute.”
I stifle a laugh as he scavenges the floor for his jeans then hops one-legged into them. He turns to me and puts his forefinger to his lips, which wasn’t unnecessary. The last thing I need is Ace finding me naked in Deuce’s bed.
DEUCE
I shove my dick in my jeans, then palm it, but the fuckin’ thing won’t relax, so I zip up best I can, then run my hand through my hair and pad into the living room.
“What the fuck you doin’ here?” I ask with plenty of attitude, but of course my VP is unfazed. “And how did you get in?”
“We had keys made for all the rooms up here when we put in the new locks.”
Note to self, find out who else has a key.
“You could’ve knocked.”
“I did knock, more than once. What’s got your balls in a twist?” He gives me the once-over. “You look like shit. Were you sleeping?”
“Yeah, yeah, after all the bullshit last night, I was fuckin’ beat.”
Ace holds up his phone. “It’s almost noon. I called you a few times, but it went straight to voicemail.”
Of course it did, ‘cause I silenced it. Something I never do, no matter who I’m with and Ace knows that. I always have my phone on, and I always answer my phone. Except when I’m balls deep in a woman I have no business being with.
Ace goes into the kitchen. “You got any coffee?”
“No.”
