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I groaned and rolled, placing her underneath me, then nuzzled her neck.

“You need to get up,” I rasped against her throat.

“Don’t wanna,” she mumbled sleepily.

I forced myself to lift my head, taking in her sleepy face.

“Call in sick,” I suggested.

She peeked open one eye. “If I call in sick, it puts other people out, and I’m not that kind of person.”

I liked that about her.

Shifting my hips until I fell between her now splayed thighs, I nudged at her with my hard cock.

“How much time did you give yourself before you have to leave?” I asked curiously, punctuating that statement with a press of my hips.

She bit her lip, blinked that one eye open again, and regarded me for long moments before saying, “Ten minutes.”

I groaned, then pushed inside of her, giving her my full length in one swift move.

She gasped, her breasts pressing deeper into my chest.

“Then I’ll make this quick.”

And I did.

I fucked her fast and hard, pulling back to my haunches so I could watch her ample tits bounce and sway.

It took her all of a minute and a half.

I was seconds behind her.

And before she could get too comfortable in her boneless heap on the bed, I picked her up and walked her to the bathroom.

“You’re awfully chipper for a man who got less sleep than I did,” she grumbled as she stood in front of her sink, looking adorably cute in her sleepiness.

I patted her on the ass, then turned and went back to the bed.

“Wake me up when it’s time to leave,” I grumbled.

I was tired now, where I hadn’t been earlier. My mind had just been replaying the night, the murder, and the way she was making me feel.

But now, sexually sated for a second time in less than three hours, I felt like I could barely keep my eyes open.

I heard someone moving around, vaguely.

I also heard her murmuring to someone in the other room.

But the best feeling in the world was when she crawled onto the bed, kissed me on the cheek, and said, “I’m leaving.”

I didn’t plan to get up.

She was going to have to deal with having me in her space until I caught a solid six hours of sleep.

“Food in the fridge is questionable, so I wouldn’t eat it,” she whispered, then she was gone.

I woke up seven hours later with a goddamn dinosaur on my chest, and my phone blaring an alarm.