The phone calls started as soon as Sasha jumped in the shower. To be honest, I was surprised none of them turned up on my fucking doorstep.

The first call was from Dee, who needed to talk to me about the guttering at her house. She had a husband that was a carpenter by trade. She did not need to ask me about that shit.

The second call was from Mom, who decided now would be a great time to find out if I was still going to her place the following week for Dee’s birthday dinner. She also asked if I’d be bringing anyone. I’d already confirmed I was going barely twelve hours ago.

The third call was from Missy, and I had no clue how she even got my number. Her call was more honest than the others. She called to ask if Sasha was still passed out in my bed. I informed her she was having a shower. Missy whispered, “I hate her,” and hung up.

The fourth call was from Gigi, who wanted to congratulate on Sasha still being there. I also found out she’d been the one to tell Dee and Mom that Sasha was here, because apparently they had a right to know.

I felt a tension headache coming on as I hung up her call.

After pulling on a shirt, I went into the master bathroom, brushed my teeth, splashed water on my face, and looked at myself in the mirror. A man that had experienced the best sex of his life, with the most gorgeous yet complicated woman he’d ever met stared back at me. Last night, and fuck, this morning, I’d crossed a major line, but I had no regrets. The first time Sasha breathed my name when I touched her had erased any thought of regret, the first time she came under my touch, she became my number one priority.

That meant it was time to escalate things on the O’Leary front.

It also meant I needed to sit down with Drew Hamilton.

Ten minutes after I left the bathroom and moved to the living, my attention shifted to the hall when I heard soft footsteps hitting the floor. My breath caught in my throat, and my eager eyes roamed over Sasha when she appeared. She was wearing my flannel shirt and a pair of my drawstring sweatpants, and her wet hair hung over her shoulders, and her face was free of any makeup.

“What?” she asked softly, a small smile hitting her lips, which still looked swollen from me kissing her. “You’re staring at me.”

“You all done up with your hair pretty, makeup on, and wearing those tight skirts and heels is sexy, but sweetheart, seeing you wearing my clothes after spending the night in my bed, with your hair wet and no makeup on, is something pretty fucking spectacular.”

Pink crept up her neck, and she replied softly with, “I only just got clean. If you keep talking like that, I’ll get dirty again.”

“You are saying that like it's a bad thing.”

“Keep it in your pants, Detective,” she teased before she winced as she lowered herself onto the couch beside me.

At first, I became alert, but then the beast in me started banging his chest as I realized what was causing her pain. “Sore, sweetheart?”

“You worked me good.” She laughed. “You definitely aren’t in the PPGD category.”

“I have no clue what that means.”

“Let’s just say you know how to work your equipment.” She winked and curled up against me. “So, what are we going to do now?”

“What do you want to do?”

She gnawed on her lip and squinted her eyes as if she was trying to think of ways to stop world hunger. “Well, I’ve never been in the position where I am at a hot guy’s house after a crappy night that turned into a pretty great one, before waking up, escaping hot guy’s house, having a gossip with my best friend, and then being brought back to a hot guy’s house for round two—well, technically, round three. So, I don’t know what we should do.”

I laughed as I pulled her close and kissed the side of her head. “We’ll watch a movie, eat, fuck, nap, and repeat. How’s that sound?”

Her cheeks tinted. “I guess that sounds alright.”

She chose a chick flick, we argued about her chosen chick flick, then I was sentenced to a ten-minute discussion on why men should watch chick flicks and why it was good for the bedroom. I shut her up by kissing her, and then she finally snuggled into me, and we watched some movie about a woman with a credit card addiction or something. During the movie, she occasionally shifted her head and lightly kissed my jaw before snuggling back into me. I had no clue if she even knew she was doing it, but I was definitely not bringing it up. After I had to sit through the chick flick, it was my choice, and I chose Top Gun after she informed me that she’d never seen it before. During the movie, she shifted against me and moved so her head was resting in my lap. My fingers immediately found their way into her hair, and the soft moan she let out was all I needed to hear.

“I cannot believe you don’t have a coffee machine?” she said out of nowhere while we were in the middle of one of the best scenes of the movie. “How do you survive?”

I shifted my head and looked down at her. “I go to Missy’s.”

“She does make great coffee.”

“She does.”

“How have I never seen you there? I’m there all the time. It’s kind of ridiculous how often I’m there.”

I paused the movie because it would seem she was ready to chat. “I worked out of town a lot, and it's usually either before work or a late lunch that I’m there.”

She shifted onto her back and looked up at me. “Do you like what you do?”

“I do.”

“It’s great when you like what you do. The long hours don’t feel long when you are smiling the whole time.” She grinned. “You know what? You might be really good for my health.”

Shit, this should be good. “Why’s that? Because I got your heart rate up with strenuous activity?”

“No, Mr. Cocky. I was talking about the fact that it's early afternoon and I’ve had no coffee. That’s a miracle. Usually, I’m a three coffees before 10 a.m. kind of gal.”

Christ. I laughed deep at her randomness. This woman was the best kind of random, and her filter was nowhere to be found. She had no control over what came out of that pretty mouth of hers. It was dangerous, because I wanted to keep her around so that I could find out what sass she’d spray next or what random musing she’d come out with. I felt her stiffen on my lap and I looked down and found her staring at me with a blank expression. The easy-going Sasha that had been lying in my lap, with me playing with her hair while we watched a movie, had disappeared, and in her place was a woman who looked like she was ready to flee and not look back.

“I better start getting ready to go home. I’ll call Missy and get her to come pick me up.”

Ice cold. Just like that. Totally switched off.

“Nope.”

“Nope?” she gasped and started to sit up, but my hand resting on her stomach kept her on my lap. “You can’t say nope if I say I want to go home.”

“It’s still daylight, so that means it's still our time. I’ll take you home when the sun falls from the sky.”

“There are rules?” she scoffed and attempted to give me attitude, but the flush of her cheeks gave her away.

“What’s crawled into your head?” I said low. “Where’s the Sasha gone who was just talking about coffee machines and a coffee addiction, and mentioning that I’m good for her health.”

“Nothing has crawled into my head.”

“Bullshit.”

“You’re very annoying.”

“I wasn’t annoying last night when I was inside you. Or this morning.”

“And you’re very cocky.” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve got a lot on my mind. I think it would be best for me to go home. It’s been a great night, and an awesome morning, but there are rules, Benjamin, and we’ve already broken them.”

Here she goes calling me Benjamin again.

I fucking loved it because I knew I was getting under her skin.

“Rules?” I asked, not hiding my amusement.

“One-night stand rules.”

Fuck me. “Rules don’t matter if we’ve already broken them.”

She sucked in a breath and her fiery eyes locked with mine. Heat, indecision, and frustration flashed back at me. I had no plans on playing by anyone’s rules. I never did. And I sure as fuck didn’t have rules when it came to her. One taste of her and I was fucked. And there was absolutely no way that this one-night-stand bullshit she was trying to spin was going to work. A one-night-stand didn’t involve fucking into the early hours of the morning, and then again when I got her back here.

“You gonna try and run?”

She broke our stare, and her gaze shifted to my chest. “Ben, look, it’s been—”

“How about I distract you for a bit? Clear your mind?”

Her eyes cut back to me, and there was no mistaking by the reaction of her body that she was fighting liking the idea. I didn’t give her any more time to react. I moved from under her until my body hovered over hers. With my knee, I opened her legs, positioned my body on hers, and kissed her deep. A gasp tore from her chest, and I took the opportunity to slip my tongue inside her mouth. It was like I’d set off fireworks within her. Her whimpers, so perfect, wrapped themselves around me, and fuck it if it wasn’t the most beautiful sound in the world. The kiss turned frantic. Biting, sucking, licking, and bruising. The sound of heavy breathing filled the room, and the scent of anticipation and need caressed the air. As our kiss intensified, and my hips ground into hers, pushing my cock against her pussy. Her breathing became whimpers as her hips began grinding against mine.

“Ben, I want you inside me.”

Christ, she was something else.

“You going to stay?” I breathed against her lips, pressing harder against her pussy. “Give me today?”

She moaned. “Ben, please.”

“Say it.”

Her eyes shot open and blazed back at me. “Yes.”

With rushed hands, I unzipped my pants, pushed down the sweatpants she was wearing, lined up, and slid balls deep inside. I groaned at the sensation of her tightness wrapping me, and slowly I began to rock within her. Today, I’d give her slow. I’d take my time. I’d savor every god damn minute of feeling her warmth wrapped around me and take it for as long as she’d give me. Last night my kiss erased the memories of O’Leary, and today my body would erase whatever had penetrated her head moments ago and caused me to lose her.

“Feel me, Sasha,” I whispered, my mouth hovering just over hers so I felt every broken breath she took. “Focus on me. On this. Right now.”

She pressed her lips against mine, and she took control of this kiss. It was soft, barely there, but the intensity was like nothing I’d experienced before. As I began moving faster inside her, her kiss got more delicate. It was a mind fuck of sensations, and I felt myself climbing, the familiar tightness in my stomach showing itself. I moved my hand between us and pressed on her clit as I increased my pace. She panted against my mouth, and I knew she was close. She tightened around me, locking my cock deep inside her, and she shuddered against me as she got her release. Thank fuck because I was seconds away from coming undone, and as she whispered my name, I unloaded deep inside her and dropped my mouth to her neck.

It was official.

Sunday was my new favorite day.