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“Do you have work today?”
I finish chewing and scratch the side of my head. “What is today?”
His smile is cheeky, and he rubs his thumb under my lip. “Sunday”
I sigh a relief and shake my head. “No. Off on Sundays and Tuesdays.”
He nods, getting another bite on the fork that he feeds me before taking a bite of his own. “What’s your schedule with Penny right now?”
I blush, leaning forward to kiss the side of his mouth before answering softly. “I pick her up early from daycare on Tuesdays, normally just go back to my apartment until Sab picks her up after she gets out of work. Fridays, I pick her up when I get out. Sabrina has been having date nights on Fridays, so Pen hangs out until evening.”
He nods, dragging the mug of coffee over to me. “Do you want that to change?”
Just the thought of losing that time with her makes me want to fucking weep. I give my head a simple shake before picking up the mug and taking a sip.
“Then it won’t.” He feeds me the last bite of pancake and then stands from the chair at the table to put the dirty dishes in the sink.
I blink at his broad back. “Just like that?”
He rinses the plate before turning to lean against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just like that. Routine is important for kids, and she’s going to be getting enough change transitioning time back here. If you still want your time with her, baby, why would I object?”
If I wasn’t obsessively in love with him before, that would have bulldozed me straight over the edge. I flick my eyes over his face, then track them down his bare chest and long, sweatpant-covered legs. His ankles are crossed, bare feet right there.
“Fuck, I forgot about my foot fetish.”
Dillon’s eyebrows shoot up. “Foot fetish?”
“For your feet specifically. Dammit. And you’re like, all mature and reasonable and so fucking hot. Can we fuck?”
Dillon hangs his head back and laughs.
Only Dillon can have my hair wrapped up in one fist, and the other hand holding my hips up to keep me arched just the way he wants me, while whispering love confessions in my ear. The mix of rough and soft has my head in the clouds. No thoughts, no worries. Just his body putting me through exactly what it needs. It’s my favorite way.
He rubs his hands down my back when we come up for air. Combs the hair off my turned face. Kissing me back to the real world.
“Your phone has been going off for the last ten minutes.” His voice is a soothing balm over my insides.
I squeeze around his softening length and smile contentedly when he groans, sinking his teeth gently into my shoulder.
“Don’t care.”
“And then my phone started going off about two minutes ago. If a gaggle of Bennet brothers break down my door, I’m going to be pissed.”
I sigh when he pulls out and roll over enough to look up at him.
“What time is it? Warren was supposed to pick me up for dinner at my parent’s house.”
He leans over to grab my phone and hands it to me. He sits on his knees, pushing his hair back from his forehead. His features are soft, his body covered in a thin shine from sex.
“I love you,” I whisper because I can. He blinks. He swallows. He leans back over to kiss me.
“I love you, too, Em.” We both smile, and I can one hundred percent guarantee that I’m going to cringe about how gooey I’m being right now. Later, though. Much later. He rubs his nose against mine, inhaling deeply before he climbs off the bed.
“Answer your phone. I’m gonna rinse off.”
I sigh, watching his taut ass as he walks to the bathroom. Then I swipe my phone on and roll my eyes.
Warren: are you not home?
