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And I do it about as far away from Ace as I can get too.

But it doesn’t feel good.

TWENTY-SIX

Ace

I wake to an arm full of pins and needles and flowers in my nose.

And a lush ass against my crotch.

And hair like silk spread across my chest.

And…what can I say about my next actions?

Just that I’m a man.

So upon waking with an ass nestled against my hard dick, all that goodness pressed to my body and in my nose, I do the only thing I can—I bend my arm, ignoring those pins and needles, and wrap it around the front of Violet, who’s flush against me.

Oh, hey.

There’s a pair of tits.

And one of them conveniently ends up in my palm.

My other arm—the one that’s not half asleep because it’s curled over instead of under and has the hand not currently cupping one of her breasts—shifts, landing on her hip, drawing her back against me as I grind forward.

Fuck, that feels good.

Not as good as being inside that ass would be, but nestled between the lush cheeks, a breast in my hand, the soft scent of Violet in my nose…well, it’s a fucking great way to wake up.

And it gets better with a feminine sigh, a tilt of her hips, pressing back as I push forward⁠—

At least until she goes stiff and I know she’s fully awake.

“Ace?” comes a hesitant whisper.

Since I’m enjoying myself—and really fucking love where’s Vi’s at—I don’t reply.

“Ace,” she says a little louder.

I don’t respond. Or let her go.

What can I say? I’m an asshole.

She sighs, and I’m just about to give in and release her because I may be an asshole, but I’m not one who’ll force a woman to do shit she doesn’t want to do (well, except for the whole business arrangement she only, apparently, agreed to because her landlord jacked up her rent), when she relaxes, her body sinking back into mine.

It takes everything in me to remain still and loose as I hold her.

To not take her staying in my arms as a sign of victory that some part of me likes way too fucking much.

Mostly because it’s the same part of me that likes kissing her and touching her and pulling her against me when she’s within arm’s reach.

The same part of me that was a little bitch boy and hurt over her words last night, the ones reminding me of said business deal.

Even though she was right.

Even though she said them gently.