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“Absolutely not. I don’t want a dime from you.”
“Why not? He’s our son. Shouldn’t we split the cost?”
“No, we shouldn’t. Hopefully, and eventually, you’ll be my wife, so I want to count this toward that.”
“I have money saved, and if I want to spend it on this, then I will.”
“Miss Stanford, you can be so stubborn sometimes.”
“I learned from the best, Dr. Pearce.”
Without further argument, we finish dinner, and I shoo him out of the kitchen so I can clean up. We’re both tired from our busy days and crawl into bed at nine. He wraps his arms around me and throws his leg over my hip.
“Do you want to…”
“I’d love to say yes, but believe it or not, I’m still sore from the weekend.”
“I’m sorry if I was a little rough with you.”
“No need to apologize. I enjoyed it, though I’m paying for it now.”
“I’ll keep it in mind to be gentler.”
“Chase, you don’t need to be. I think that, coupled with the amount of sex we had, has something to do with it too.”
“I’m sure it does, in my professional opinion. In the future, try not to be so desirable.”
I snort. “I’m not sure if I can do that where you’re concerned.”
He kisses my ear, and it’s the last thing I remember before I fall asleep in his arms. A few hours later, I wake, my body overheating. Chase is draped over me like a blanket, and we’re both sweating. I try to extricate myself from his arms, but he instinctively holds me tighter.
“Chase, sweetie?” I say in a strained whisper.
He grumbles when I once again try to escape his arms. I say his name louder, and he loosens his grip.
“Where are you going?” he mumbles.
“Nowhere. We’re both sweating. Aren’t you hot?”
“Not as hot as you are,” he slurs sleepily.
“Be serious.”
“I am, you sexy thing.”
With a grumble, I slide out of bed to remove the short nightgown that I’m wearing. Since it’s damp, along with my panties, I remove both. Chase is wearing boxers, so I decide to slip on the t-shirt that he took off before bed. It smells like him. The shirt is shorter than some of his others, and it barely covers my ass, but I don’t care.
When I crawl back into the bed, he’s moved off to his side and is now sleeping on his back. I turn onto my stomach and shove my hands under my pillow. I rarely sleep this way—not since I was a kid really—but it feels good. A short while later, Chase presses against me again. His hand curls around my ass, which he freely caresses once he realizes I’m not wearing panties.
“Why aren’t you wearing underwear?” he voices.
“I was hot.”
“You’re trying to entice me, aren’t you?”
“Chase, go to sleep.”
“I can’t. I’m all hot and bothered knowing you're half-naked.”
