Deal Takers (Dealing with Love 2)

He pulls down the covers and yanks me into a little spoon position. “Brody, what are you doing?”

“Shh...sleepy time now.”

I squirm. “Uh...no, that’s not how this works. No sleepovers, remember?”

He snuggles in closer. “Sweetheart, you just wore me the fuck out. I’m not going anywhere.”

“But...what about the pizza?”

“Pizza’s in the fridge. We can eat it later.”

I start to argue again but decide against it when I realize how warm and cuddly he is. “Fine. We can take a

quick nap before you head home.”

“Sure...a nap,” he mumbles, right before his soft snores hit my ears.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

BRODY

“What the hell?”

I wake up to the screeching sound of an alarm clock. Rainey blindly paws her nightstand until she silences the evil bastard.

“Sorry,” she mumbles. “I have to set it at the highest volume or I won’t wake up.”

“What time is it?”

“Four-thirty. I told you I get up early.”

“But it’s Saturday,” I whine.

“Tell that to the ladies going into labor right now.”

I take a moment to appreciate the view as her naked ass gets out of bed and heads into the bathroom. Is it my imagination, or is she walking a little bow-legged?

I’m so damn tired that I don’t even think about joining her when the shower starts. I woke Rainey up from our nap with my head between her legs which then led to two more incredible rounds. In case you haven’t already figured it out, Rainey O’Neil is a fantastic fuck. I’m talking best I ever had. She’s responsive, playful, vocal, open-minded, and enthusiastic. And we were so damn in sync—there was none of the awkwardness that you usually have with a new partner. I smile as I replay the memories in my head and snuggle into her pillow.

“Brody, wake up.”

“Huh?” Why is the bed shaking?

“Brody, I need to leave. Wake up.”

I peel my eyes open and find Rainey sitting next to me, looking gorgeous in a pair of purple scrubs. I guess I fell back asleep. “What time is it?”

“A quarter after five. I need to get to work which means you need to get dressed.”

“Why?” I stretch my arms over my head. I don’t miss the way Rainey’s eyes are dipping to my abs as the sheet falls lower. I tug on her arm. “Come back to bed.”

She sighs. “Brody, I can’t. I need to clock in at six. You need to get up and get dressed because I have to be out the door in ten minutes.”

“Call in sick,” I suggest. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“I’m not calling in sick. I still need to fill up my travel mug so I’ll meet you out there after you throw some clothes on.”

I smirk as she leaves the room and then I cocoon myself in her down comforter. Her cat jumps on the bed and takes advantage of her empty spot.