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“You keep that up, we’ll test it out. I might have to take this table home, name it Berkley, and make sure it’s used for breakfast and dinner.” His tone is promising. “I’m with you. Sienna keeps me busy. If they happen sometime down the road, that’s fine too, but if not, it wasn’t in the cards.” He shrugs his shoulders. I can wholeheartedly understand his way of thinking.

“Will the real Berkley be invited too?”

“What do you think?” Ryder stands up, grabbing the plates. I hop up, knowing full well he cooked, so I should be cleaning.

“I’d say that’s a yes. Tell me what I can do to help,” I say with a yawn. The early mornings are not my friend, but unfortunately, my job doesn’t allow for late start times.

“All there is are our dishes. Everything else has been cleaned up. Can you bring me the rest? We’ll throw them in the dishwasher, turn off the lights, and be done. Did you drive?” he asks while I scurry back to the table to speed up the process.

“Nope, I grabbed a car. Nancy was walking out when I walked in. I probably should have told you about that sooner. I’m sorry.”

“Nothing to be sorry about. I figured she’d left earlier and locked up. I’ll take you home. As much as I want our night to continue, you’re not allowed to turn into a pumpkin,” he repeats what I said on the phone.

“Thank you.” I hate that I won’t be able to return the favor tonight. My arms wrap around his shoulders. Once he’s done, I stand on my toes and kiss him. It’s slow and soft, portraying what I feel for him.

“Not a problem.” He smacks my ass before squeezing it and letting it go.

“I really don’t like my job right now,” I grumble.

“It’s not just yours. Tomorrow, I’m on Si duty. Melody has an early appointment.” He’s not complaining at all. It has me falling for him even more.

“Okay, at least I get to see you for a few minutes tomorrow, then.”

“How about after work you see me too? I’ll close tomorrow and head to your place. I should be there around nine?” he asks.

“I’d say you have yourself a date.” A smile takes over my face as we walk hand in hand out of the restaurant. Tomorrow night definitely can’t come soon enough.TwelveRyder“God damn it.” I hate showing up on Berkley’s doorstep nearing eleven o’clock at night. I should have been here hours ago. It was one catastrophe after the other tonight. Even Nancy couldn’t keep up. So, I had to step in, compensate a few meals, thanks to Dan. We’re really going to have to look into hiring another chef at the rate we’re going.

“Hey.” Berkley opens her apartment door. She’s wearing a sleep shirt, tits unencumbered, her nipples that my mouth is begging for pebbled, shorts that show off her legs. It’s her face, though, soft from I’m hoping some kind of sleep while she waited for my phone call. The worst part was that I had to stop by my own place to grab a shower first. There was no way I was coming to her smelling like I did. It was that rough of a night.

“Sugar.” My hand finds the side of her neck. I step inside still holding it. My other hand moves behind me, snapping the lock in place somehow. For every step I take towards her, she takes one back, until her back meets the wall. My lips land on hers, her leg goes up and over my hip. I use my other hand and help Berkley wrap both legs around my waist.

“God, I needed this after this day.” Life happens and shit goes wrong, but today takes the cake, well, after dropping off Sienna at school is when it started. Melody came into the restaurant at her wit’s end. I guess Joseph lawyered up and wants to all of a sudden start visitation this weekend. Her attorney is going to try and stop it, because hell, if you’re a sperm donor, you get everything. Even when you don’t see your daughter for over a year or pay child support. Things just trickled down at the restaurant. The silver fucking lining is the goddess in my arms. Her body squirming, our tongues entwining, and her soft moans make it all go away.

“Fuck, I lose my mind every time you’re in my arms.”

“I’m not complaining.” She must notice the tiredness in my voice.

“Thankful as hell you’re having me over, but I think I’m toast.” She reaches up, kisses the side of my mouth, drops her legs, takes my hand, and leads me to her bedroom.

“Damn, do you always wear this to bed?” Berkley’s ass cheeks are showing beneath the edge of her shorts, the way she turns her head, long hair hanging straight and moving with Berkley.


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