CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Devon sat in his office, waiting for Boomer to join him. The team's youngest member had sent him a text telling him he was running about ten minutes late due to a flat tire on his Jeep. Devon’s desk had files and paperwork on it that needed attention, but his mind was on the brunette he woke up next to this morning. He couldn't remember the last time he spent an entire night in bed with a woman, but it had been many years. Thinking back, it must've been while he'd been in the Navy, and not in his own bed, but one in a hotel. No other woman, aside from Jenn, his mother, Aunt Marsha, and the interior decorator, had ever been in his apartment here in the complex. All his s****l encounters occurred at the club—until last night.
He'd awoken to Kristen's seductive hand grazing
