#8


Really, not again

— ANONYMOUS


Something buzzed on the periphery of his dreamworld. Hummed.

No, purred.

He grunted awake, disoriented by the darkness alleviated only by the fine points of city lights through the slatted blinds. And warmth. Heat of skin at his back.

He'd been sleeping on his stomach, which he never did, and he wasn't in his bedroom.

Oh, Kate.

He craned his neck and found her draped over him, her chest rumbling with laughter or happiness, sending vibrations down through him. Her hands played at his sides and he jerked, ticklish and aroused at the same time.

"Oh, Ri-ick," she sing-songed in his ear. "You awake?"

"Really?" he grumbled. "Not again."

"Mm, again." Her knee pushed between his thighs and he groaned, heat blooming fast under his skin, blood rushing. "Again, babe, you know you want it."

He growled and swiped an arm behind him, caught her hard as he turned. He rolled right over on top of her, skin to skin, flesh and heat and the perfect press of her against him.

"Again," he husked and dropped his mouth to hers, taking a kiss she moaned into.

Again.

He should inadvertently ignore her in favor of video games more often. 'Making it up' to her was really a win for him.

But he was going to be seriously exhausted tomorrow.

She growled and rocked up into him. "Promise to let you be tardy to work tomorrow. Now hurry. I've been watching you sleep for ages."

"Better not be an old man joke."

"Why? You gonna punish me?"

"Think I will."

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