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There’s a knock on thedoor.
Tyler ignores it, until it comesagain.
“My food,” Imumble.
With a groan and a blanket around his waist, Tyler goes to answer it. A moment later he comes inside, setting a paper bag on thedesk.
He peers inside before cutting me a look, one brow lifted. “You ordered cheese fries withoutme.”
I laugh. “Clearly, I knew you’d becoming.”
Before I can tell him to forget the food, that I need him back here with me, Tyler’s phonerings.
He rubs a hand over his face before hitting a button. “Hey,man.”
“Did she leave?” Beck demands over thespeaker.
I’m already missing Tyler’s body heat, but when he cocks his head, grinning at me, I can forgive him. “She didn’t leave. She’shere.”
“Hi, Beck,” I call, shifting off the bed naked and crossing to grab one of the cheese fries off the desk before it getscold.
Fuckingyum.
“Hey, Manatee. Listen, Ty, your studio boys want an answer. They’ve been buzzing at the door allday.”
“They’ve been blowing up my phone, too.” Tyler paces the length of the room, phone in one hand, rubbing the other through his hair until it sticks straightup.
God, he’s beautiful. I still can’t believe he didn’t want to sign before talking tome.
I cross to him. My hand slides around his neck, feathering the hair at his nape, and he stops. He doesn’t move, just lets me touch him as he watches me with pure and simplelove.
“They sent one of those edible arrangements with fruit and chocolate and shit to the apartment,” comes Beck’s disembodied voice through the phone, reminding me he’s still with us. “Not just the crappy cantaloupe, but strawberries andpineapple—”
“Thanks, Beck,” Tyler says, his gaze locked on mine. “We’ll catch a flight back tonight, so we’ll be back in themorning.”
“You guys really needto—”
Tyler clicks off and tosses the phone past me withoutlooking.
I ask, “Are you going to take thatoffer?”
“What do you think I should do?” His hands find my sides, skimming slowly down my hips in a way that makes me suck in abreath.
“I think you should read it. With alawyer—”
“You’recold.”
I frown. “Tyler, that’s what they do for a living. I’m surprised you haven’t—oh.” I follow his gaze down to my pebblednipples.
“Keep talking.” He pulls my hips against his, where he’s already getting hard again. His length is pinned between us, but the glimpses of his cock have meswallowing.
“Um… do you have a copy of the contract withyou?”
Tyler backs me against the wall, grinding himself between my thighs as his mouth finds mine. “Uh-huh,” he mutters betweenkisses.
His fingers stroke down my stomach, up the inside of mythighs.
I suck in a breath and try to concentrate. “There are probably some clauses to look outfor.”
