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“Mm.”

He stopped rubbing my hair and peeked at me under the towel. “Are you feeling okay? Are you sore? I was pretty rough before.”

This sweet, sweet man thought what he’d done to me was rough.

“Nolan,” I said. “I feel amazing. Best I’ve felt in a long time. When I said you are going to rail me on every surface in your apartment, I wasn’t joking. Or exaggerating. And it wasn’t wishful thinking. It was a fact.”

He laughed as he dried himself off. “A fact, huh? Can something that hasn’t happened yet be called a fact? Or is it an educated estimation of probability?”

“Well, I can declare, mister smart-arse lawyer,” I amended, “with an educated estimation of probability that you are going to rail me on every surface in your apartment.”

He tied his towel off with a smirk. “You know, a judge might say your findings are biased, based on your personal desires. Wishing it to be so does not make it so.”

I snorted. “Objection, your honour.” He laughed andI tweaked his nipple for good measure. “It’s not only based on my personal desires. The counsel wishes for it also.”

He hummed happily as he ran his brush through my hair. “You may also need to reevaluate the counsel’s ability to rail you on every surface over the next six days. As much as he wishes otherwise, this thirty-six-year-old body can’t do what your twenty-one-year-old body claims to require.”

Ignoring how sweet it was of him to brush my hair and the warmth his kindness filled me with, I found myself smiling at his handsome face. “Your thirty-six-year-old body is a fucking masterpiece. What you did to me tonight? Utter perfection, and unlike anything I’d had before. So maybe don’t be so concerned with the frequency with which you deliver the goods but more so the quality.”

He rolled his eyes again, but he looked secretly pleased with what I’d said. He took my hand and led me to the door. “Come on, let’s go eat.”

“You wanna eat dinner wearing only towels?”

He stopped and shrugged. “We’re going to eat dinner, then maybe watch some TV or read a book in bed. Is there any point whatsoever in us getting dressed again?”

He was such a fast learner.

“Absolutely not.”

SEVEN

NOLAN

I didn’t knowwhat this was.

Apart from the hottest thing I’d ever done, it also felt right.

Benji was fun, sexy as hell, and smart. He was great company—jokes over dinner, dripping with sexual energy, sultry and playful.

And temporary.

Maybe that was why I was enjoying having him around so much.

Because I knew, at the end of the week, he’d be gone. There was no hassle, no repercussions, no commitment, no responsibility.

Just the best sex of my life.

And the reason my heart squeezed and butterflies filled my belly when he laughed. When he swayed his hips as he walked, playing up to me. When he licked his lips and looked up at me through his lashes. When he saton my lap as we ate dinner, feeding each other and laughing...

Because it was exciting, and the sad truth was I had been lonely.

I would never deny that I enjoyed his company. I enjoyed his sense of humour, his quick wit, his intelligence.

His body.

My god, his body.

We did go to bed, together and naked. He simply decided that he was sleeping in my bed, and I certainly wasn’t going to argue. Hell no. His warm body, lithe and limber, curling into me as he fell asleep was amazing.