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“Sleep good?” Greyson is leaning his body against the kitchen counter, a sandwich in his hand and a bottle of water in the other.

“I must have. I thought it was maybe mid-morning, but it’s one o’clock in the afternoon?” It comes out more like a question even though I know the answer.

“That’s what happens when your man takes care of you.” Jesus, the words that come out of his mouth, they’re as much an aphrodisiac as what his body does to me.

“I guess so. I’m going to wash these and take a shower. Are you home long?” I ask him, trying to see what’s going on now since it’s early afternoon.

“Nah, couldn’t get a hold of you on your cell, came home, saw you passed out still. So, I figured I’d make some lunch and head back to work.” I know I’m a mess with bedhead galore, dark circles under my eyes, and his shirt on that could be clean or not so clean, but the way Greyson is looking at me, he doesn’t seem to care one bit.

“You came home for me?” My voice is showing wonderment in it.

“Yeah, Red. I came home for you. Drop the sheets and come give me a kiss,” he demands. My body does exactly that, and I don’t care if it makes me seem like the most agreeable person. I just need to be wrapped up in Greyson’s arms. I’m in front of him with a few steps. He quickly sets his food and drink down when I move, scoops me up, and sets me on the counter. Soft, plush lips meet mine, such a contradiction to the rest of him. I’m putty in Greyson’s arms, the way he crowds my space. I wrap my legs around him, and he doesn’t let go of my mouth until both of us are breathless.

“I like that you came home to check on me. I like your mouth on me even more,” I murmur.

“Then I suppose I’ll have to keep doing it. Now, are you coming with me to the shop, or are you hanging around here?” He steps back, my legs still lewdly on display. The hunger in his eyes is what keeps my thighs spread for him.

“I’m hanging around here. I might explore a little bit, but I’ll be home to cook us dinner, my treat this time.” I saw the way Greyson was about to interrupt. He’s footed the bill for everything so far, and I’d love to pull some weight.

“Fine, but, Serenity?” He’s back to holding his sandwich in his hand. I slide down from the counter, making a mental note to clean it when he heads back to work.

“Yeah, Greyson?” I notice he likes to switch up what he calls me, and he’s the only person I would ever let get away with calling me Red, that’s for damn sure.

“I like you all tangled up in my bed. That’s where I want you. You get what I’m saying?” This man, the way he talks, Greyson definitely knows how to light my fire.

“I hear you.” I leave him to his sandwich and get to doing a few chores while we talk in between. When it’s all said and done, Greyson leaves me with another searing kiss that sets more than my soul on fire and a lingering need to feel him over and over again.

Nine

Greyson

Shit is moving at warp speed, but I’m not bitching. Fuck no, not when I have a woman at home warming my bed, and she’s not just any woman. Serenity is one of a kind, that’s for damn sure. I came back to the shop, got the front-end loader taken care of after I came back from lunch. Though the sandwich definitely wasn’t what I wanted to eat, Serenity needed a break. I saw the whisker burn on the insides of her thighs. That didn’t stop my eyes from feasting on her cunt. Even if it was red, the glistening on her skin told me a whole other story.

“Two weeks? That can’t be right. It’s just a taillight. Where is this coming from?” I ask the parts dealer on the other end of the line. Not that I care that it’s taking this long to get it, but it sure will put a kink in things for Serenity.

“That’s the problem with Airstreams. They aren’t readily available, and sometimes they’re getting pulled from ones that are unsalvageable. It’s just the way the cookie crumbles.” I’m sure he hears this shit more often than not.

“Alright, well, I appreciate it nonetheless. If you get it in any earlier, I’ll pay the rush fee.” I guess Serenity will have to postpone her trip, or I’ll have to come up with some other way to get her there. From the way she described it, if she takes any time away from her social media, she’ll lose her presence, and it takes forever to regain traction.


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