I open the door to our condo, finding Whitney’s ass in the air and her head buried under the table.

Lifting my phone, I snap a picture.

“Ouch.” She rubs her head and snakes out, sitting on the couch.

“Are you okay?” I ask, rushing over and pulling her into my arms.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“What are you looking for?” I ask.

“The back of my earring.”

I release my hold on her, falling to my knees, feeling through our rug that’s way to shaggy to find a small piece of metal.

She giggles and the snap of her camera on her phone rings out. “Got you back.”

I walk toward her on my knees, my hands parting her thighs, my body occupying the spot between her legs. Her eyes hood and her breathing rate increases. All signs that say, she’s ready for me to press her body into the couch with mine.

“Let’s get going so we can pick the best bedroom.” My hands push up from the edge of the couch to stand, but she locks me with her legs.

“I don’t care which bedroom we get.”

I cradle her cheeks with both of my hands, pressing my lips to hers, dipping my tongue into her mouth briefly because a kiss without tongue isn’t a kiss when it comes to Whitney.

A small whimper leaves her throat and instead of standing, I climb up the edge of the couch, directing her to move horizontal and lay back. I hover over her, careful not to crush her.

My hands roam up her ribcage until I massage her breast over her too thick sweater. Our lips break and my lips travel the path down her neck, her hands sliding down my back. My dick joins the party begging for a quickie, but I have to use my real head in this situation. We have to get down to the car before…I don’t even want to think about it.

“How about some highway head?”

She smacks me on the arm, her hooded eyes narrowing.

Unfortunately, we both know we can’t lounge around here, but we have a whole week at a cozy cabin in the woods and I’m not too shy to tell our friends I’m sneaking off to fuck Whit.

Standing to my feet, I position myself and offer her my hand.

“Whatever happened to my impromptu Cole?” she asks in a teasing tone and I roll my eyes.

Walking to grab our shoes and coats, my foot lands on something small and uncomfortable. I bend down and sure enough, it’s Whit’s earring back. I pick it up, staying on bended knee and hold it up to her.

Her hands shoot to her mouth as I pretend to propose. “You shouldn’t have!”

I open her hand and place the back of the earring in it. She grabs it and fixes her earring. “You spent way too much.” She chuckles.

Rising again, I pull her into my chest one last time. “You’re worth it.” I kiss her forehead and then smack her on the ass.

“Ouch!” She pushes at my chest and then rubs her ass. “You’re so romantic, babe.” Her tone is sarcastic, not judgmental.

“Let’s go.” Sliding my arms through the sleeves of my jacket, I look around the condo. “I think we have everything.”

She does the same, swinging her purse over her shoulder. “Yep. I made one of Tahlia’s lists, so I think we’re good.”

My eyes widen. “You used a list?”

“Yep. Well, I lost it, but I committed it to memory, so we’re good.”

She opens our condo door. Just then Sparky lets out a bark from the bedroom.

“Shit,” she curses.

“I think you’re missing the point of a list if you forgot the dog.” I laugh.

She grumbles as she takes off to the master bedroom where I hear her open the door and issue an apology. When she returns, Whit is holding the dog in one hand and cradling him to her chest. She walks past me into the hallway without saying a word.

“You sure you have everything this time?” I tease.

“Don’t worry. I forgot nothing.” She taps her finger to her temple.

I follow behind her carrying all our bags, pursing my lips. I love my girl, but she’s far from a threat to Martha Stewart in the organization arena.

Once we’re out on the street, I open the door to my Jeep, a smile already playing at my lips.

“Cole!” she screeches and both of her hands land over her mouth like they did moments earlier except this time it isn’t an earring back causing the reaction.