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God, he’s hot.

“Daisy?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Have you buzzed him in?”

My eyes lift to his grinning ones. “Um…shit, no.” I blink. “Your phone was vibrating, and when I saw it was the gate, I answered. I need to go downstairs and buzz him in.”

“No need.” Kas takes his phone from my hand. He swipes the screen and then does something. “Gates are open,” he tells me.

“You let him in? But I’m naked!” I jump out of bed.

A low chuckle rumbles from him. “I can see that.”

I flush as his eyes slowly move over the length of me, making me blush.

“Stop it.” I can’t help the smile that forms on my mouth.

Kas’s lips tip up into a sexy grin. “I’m not doing anything. Yet.”

He reaches out and trails his index finger up my thigh, making me shiver.

I swat his hand away. “Behave. I have to get dressed. He’ll be at the front door in less than five minutes.”

He gives me a disgruntled look, which I choose to ignore.

I start running around, picking up my clothes and pulling on my underwear.

Kas is just sitting in bed, watching me, hands behind his head, like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

But then I guess he doesn’t. It’s not his probation officer who’s currently walking down the driveway and toward the front door.

Clothes on, I run into his bathroom.

Jesus, I have sex hair! It’s all mussed up.

I run my hands through it, trying to smooth it down. When I spy one of Kas’s hair ties on the sink, I borrow it and fasten my hair up into a messy bun.

I grab his toothpaste, squeeze some onto my index finger, and rub it over my teeth. Not the best way to clean my teeth but needs must.

“You could have used my toothbrush.” Kas comes up behind me, pressing his still very naked body against mine. His hands slide around my stomach.

Leaning forward, I spit in the sink, pushing my bum back against him. I feel him press up nice and hard against me, and my lady parts wake up to say hello.

Down, girl. My probation officer is on his way.

I grab the mouthwash and take a swig. I swish it around my mouth and spit it out. Finally, I respond to him, “I’m not going to use your toothbrush.” I run the tap, clearing the sink out.

“Why not?”

Meeting his eyes in the mirror, I say, “Um, because that’d be gross.”

“You’ve had this mouth”—he points a finger to his sexy and incredibly talented mouth—“and tongue”—he sticks it out, making me shiver—“on and inside your pussy, tasting you and making you come, for the best part of the night. You’ve had my cock in your gorgeous mouth. But using my toothbrush would be gross? Sure, that makes sense, babe.” He cocks a brow.

Holy Jesus.

I’m practically on fire. Burning up, I’m ready to drop to my knees and take him back in my suddenly watering mouth.

“Toothbrushes clean teeth.” My voice catches, and I clear my throat. “Tongues—”

“Lick,” he whispers. He gives me a good demonstration of what that magical tongue of his can do when he runs it over the pulse on my neck, sending my nerve endings screaming and making my knickers wet. Then, his teeth start to nip at my neck.

“Kas,” I say, but it comes out more like a moan. “We can’t…”

“He can wait. I can’t. I want you now.” One arm tightens around me while his other hand finds my face and turns it to the side. He kisses me. Lush and wet and deep.

I start to fall into him and the moment. He’s so goddamn addictive. I can’t get enough.

Okay, maybe Toby can wait.

His hand slides down my stomach and to the button on my jeans.

That’s when the piercing sound of the doorbell breaks the moment.

He sighs into my mouth.

I tip my head back. “Rain check?”

He rumbles out a sound of assent. Then, he releases me.

His hand swats my bum on the way out. I flash him a grin over my shoulder.

Then, I bolt down the stairs to answer the door. I swing it open. “Hey. Sorry. I was upstairs…cleaning…the toilet.”

Cleaning the toilet? Why couldn’t I have said I was cleaning the bath or shower? I guess the saving grace is that I didn’t say I was just cleaning the inside of Kas’s mouth with my tongue.

“Hi, Daisy.” Toby smiles at me.

Returning his smile, I step aside, letting him in. I close the door behind us.

I lead the way to the kitchen where we usually have our appointment.

“Coffee?” I ask.

Toby takes his usual seat at the kitchen table. “Please.”

I set about making coffee, wondering if Kas will want some.

He’ll probably come down. But he might be showering right now.

Wet Kas. Naked, wet Kas.

And, now, my mind is running wild with a naked Kas and all the things we did last night and all the things he did to me.

I can feel my skin start to burn up.

Stop thinking sex thoughts about Kas, or Toby will notice that something is off.

“So, how is everything?” Toby asks me.

“Great!” The word squeaks out, so I go for a quick subject change. “Biscuits?” I ask him.

“You know me”—he chuckles—“can’t say no to a biscuit.”

Yeah, just like I can’t say no to a very hot Greek man upstairs. Not that I’d ever want to say no to Kas. God, the things that man can do with his tongue.