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In this case, literally full of the life I put inside of her. My dick twitches.

Seeing her always hits me right in the ribs. It’s a physical, undeniable pull that happens every time I’m around her. The urge to drop this heavy-ass couch, close the distance between us, and pull her against my body spikes so hard my fingers tingle. I want to remind myself exactly how she tastes.

I want to bury my dick inside of her until I forget what it feels like to be anywhere else and she gives in to this thing between us, even if I have to coerce her through orgasm denial.

I’m a patient guy, but it’s starting to fray.

"Hey, Goldie girl," Colston grunts from behind me, shifting his grip on the wood. "Wanna tell us where to put this thing?"

Goldie blinks, her shock at finding us here melting into a bright, gorgeous smile with trouble at the edges. It does terrible things to my self-control. "You just gotta use those magic legs," she says, dragging out the vowels in a spot-on Forrest Gump accent. "Lift, Jen-nay, liiift."

"I hate you," Colston mutters.

"Seriously, what are you two doing here?" she asks, her eyes darting between me, Colston, and the couch.

"You texted me that the delivery guys left the furniture on the curb," I say, scoffing a little as I adjust my grip. "Like I was going to let you drag this inside by yourself. Just tell us where it goes before Jenny drops his end."

A girl pops up from behind a lighting umbrella, smacking a piece of gum. She has black hair twisted into two messy knots on top of her head, a nose ring, and a crop top that looks like it belongs in a music video from the early two-thousands.

"Oh, thank god," the girl says, her eyes darting between me and Colston like she's sizing us up for a fight. "I'm Minji, studio assistant extraordinaire and wrangler of chaos. The universe always provides when I ask it to." She points a silver-ringed finger toward the back of the room. "Put it near the far wall. Angle it toward the windows so we catch the natural light."

Goldie nods. "What she said. Just watch the paint on the doorframe."

We haul the couch across the concrete floor, dodging a ring light and a rolling rack of lingerie, and set it down where Minji directed. Colston drops his end and rolls his shoulders, wiping a line of sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand.

Minji steps right up to him, popping her gum. She squints at his face, completely invading his personal space. "What's your big three?"

Colston blinks, looking down at her in confusion. "My what?"

"Your sun, moon, and rising signs," Minji demands, ticking up a finger with every one. "You give off major Gemini energy. It's chaotic. I need to know what I'm dealing with."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Colston says.

"Just as I suspected." Minji pulls a phone out of her back pocket and aggressively taps away at it.

Before Colston can defend himself, a side door opens and two more women walk into the studio. I recognize them immediately from the handful of pictures Goldie’s texted me and the thorough deep dive I did on her studio's Instagram page. The blonde with the tattoo sleeves and bubblegum-pink lips is Tatum. The petite girl with the pinkish pixie cut and the loud laugh is Scout.

Scout stops in her tracks, her eyes zeroing in on me. A sharp, knowing grin takes over her face. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Hurricane Daddy."

Goldie groans, burying her face in her hands. "Ugh, no."

"I'm just saying," Scout continues, leaning against a light stand to look me up and down. "Based on the stories we've heard about your stamina, I expected you to look a little less... boy scout."

A short, amused laugh escapes my chest. I definitely don't feel like a boy scout, but I'll let Goldie’s friends think whatever they want if it means they like me.

Colston chokes on a laugh, standing up straight. "Don't let the haircut fool you. The boy scout thing is strictly camouflage. Underneath all that, this guy’s insane."

Scout turns toward him. "And who the hell are you?"

"That's Jenny," I offer before Colston can open his mouth, smirking right back at him. Talk shit about me and I’m gonna get payback.

Scout looks him over. "You do look like a Jenny."

Goldie snorts a laugh.

"It's Colston," he says.

"Sure it is, Jenny." Scout waves him off like the matter is settled.