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“Come for me, Peyton.” I pinch her clit. She sucks on my neck, and the fireworks explode the same moment we do, together.

“Chance.” Her moan causes a ripple to run through my body. I slowly fuck my come into her, deeper. In the back of my mind, I can’t wait for the day this is us making a life together.

“Peyton, baby,” I reply. Her body is relaxed as I pull out of her. My hand cups her cunt, wanting my cum to stay planted inside of her.

“I know.” She looks down at what I’m doing, a mischievous grin playing on her face.

“Marking your territory?”

“Fucking A, I sure am.” Or at least I do until I see her yawn, then I pick her up, carrying her through the suite to the bedroom, where I can make her come all night long.

Ten

Peyton

“Good morning,” Chance says as he walks into the construction trailer. As much as I wanted to sleep in his arms last night, I had so much laundry to do and a house to clean, including the refrigerator. I’m not sure why I didn’t give all the food I had to my parents, Rowen, or Bridger. My apartment was ripe after that, I had to crack a window even with the frigid temperatures.

“Morning.” My arms are above my head, stretching when a yawn takes over.

“If you had been in my bed last night, you probably would have gotten more sleep. I know I sure would have.” Chance places a kiss on my forehead. It’s these little things he does for me, the way he looks at me, the hot tea he sat down on my desk. It’s all of those things that have me falling in love with Chance a little bit more each day.

“I’ll make a note of that, because tossing and turning all night after being in your arms for a week straight is not fun.”

“You are not wrong about that. Please tell me it’s at least a light day today?” he asks.

“I wish that statement were true. All the guys are here waiting to see which project each of them are assigned to, and even though I checked our emails and messages a few times, they’re out of hand. Also, your brother called already. He said something about finding a contractor, but that contractor is refusing to let you step in and help.”

“Christ on a cracker.” Chance places both hands on the back of his neck, tipping his head towards the ceiling. He’s in his work attire of an Adams Construction shirt, dark jeans, and worn-in boots. I’ve seen him every which way and love him most in a pair of shorts, hair tousled from sleep, and hovering over me as he slowly wakes me up by sliding inside me.

“You know what this means, don’t you?” I ask.

“We should go on another vacation?” Chance’s face looks hopeful.

“Not likely, though I do love vacations. You know, now that I have an ‘in’ with the boss, maybe I’ll get to go on more of them,” I retort.

“I don’t know. I heard he was a dick. He may not let you go, at least not without him.” I stand up and walk to the man who’s consuming my soul, in the best possible way.

“Nah, my boss isn’t too much of a dick. Not with the amount of orgasms he gives me.” My arms slide around his midsection, my head on his chest, and I snuggle in. We both know what it means if Fox can’t get a contractor to let Chance do some of the work on the weekends he’s in town.

“It’s going to suck if I need to split my time between here and there. I know the guys are capable, but that doesn’t mean you can always work remotely either. And, babe, I gotta tell you, I am not looking forward to that.” He kisses the top of my head.

“I hate it, but I know you have to do what you have to do. Just make sure you at least text me when you make it down there and when you leave, so I know you’re safe. I’ll let you go so you can get the guys sorted. I suppose I’ll look at your calendar and see what days you can work in besides the weekends, just to get it started.”

“Look at me, Peyton,” Chance demands. I must have really burrowed into him while talking. His thumb and pointer finger bring my chin up as he dips his head to look into my eyes.

“Yes,” I gulp. Worry is probably written all over my face.

“You’ll be down there too, so make sure you find days for both of us. I know sometimes you might not be able to finagle being down there. And I don’t mind those rare occasions. But, baby, I want you there with me. Always. Know that. Let it sink in, because this could be rough for us both.” His lips meet mine, soft and sweet. Those lips of his, they pull me in, making me yearn for more.


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