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Brett had wanted to drive together to my place, but we ended up taking both vehicles. No sense in wasting additional time to retrieve a car. I wanted as much bedroom time as possible.
A wicked smile grew.
I stepped out of the car and into an embrace.
“Do you forgive me?” Brett asked, nibbling a trail along my jaw. “One hundred percent forgive me?”
“You’re ninety-nine percent forgiven.”
His hands slid down my sides and landed perfectly on my behind. The warmth of him soaked through my jeans.
“Only ninety-nine?” he asked, pressing me to the car as he spread kisses down the length of my neck.
“You were docked a percentage for not calling to say you arrived home safely.” My answer turned into a moan. “Let’s get inside.”
“Will you let me earn that point back?” he asked.
“You can tr
