Ethan

“Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee,” Emily muttered as she trudged into the kitchen. Her hair was a mess, her tank top hung crooked across her full breasts, and she had a serious case of squinty eyes.

“Damn, you’re gorgeous in the morning.”

“Very funny, smartass.”

I stepped into her path, gripping her hips as I dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m not being facetious. You’re seriously giving me wood right now.”

She groaned and tweaked my nipple. “Facetious? Really? That’s twice. How can your brain spit out words like that when you’re half asleep?”

“I’ve been up for an hour, and it’s your word. You called me that the first day we met. Maybe you’ll remember when you’re fully awake. Coffee is brewed and waiting.”

“I take it back. You’re not a smartass, you’re a god.”

“Sex god, right? The coffee didn’t require any special skills.”

She leaned her head on my chest, and I wondered for a minute if she was falling asleep standing up.

“Emily?”

“Hmm?”

“Shall I pour you a cup of coffee or do you want to continue drooling on my chest?”

She jerked her head back and studied my bare—dry—chest. “See? Now you’re back to smartass.”

“And you’re still giving me wood.”

“I’ll tend to it later. Right now, I need liquid energy, STAT.”

I left her leaning sleepily against the refrigerator and poured her a steaming mug of coffee. “Cream and sugar, right?”

“Please.”

I added a little of each and brought it over to her. “Here you go, beautiful.”

She took a sip and moaned low and deep, which make my dick jump. “So good…” She took another sip even as I stood there recalling those same words spilling from her lips when I was licking her the night before.

Focus on something else, E. Damn, she at least deserves to drink her coffee in peace before you jump her again.

“What’s your day look like?”

“The way you’re eyeing me, I’d say it’s gonna start with a trip back to the bedroom.” She smirked and continued sipping her coffee. “Unless you want to utilize the counter again.”

I laughed, adjusting myself so my erection was less obvious. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m not complaining one bit.”

“In my defense, I wasn’t propositioning you when I asked about your plans. I thought maybe you’d like to come to the loft this afternoon and hang out while we practice.” I thought of her painting, which should be dry by now. “And there’s something I want to show you in the studio.”

“Of course, I’ll come.”

Dammit scurried into the kitchen, apparently just realizing we’d left him alone in the bed.

Emily looked down at him and frowned. “Shit. I forgot about him. Sundays are our lazy day. A couple of walks and vegging out on the couch.”

“Bring him with you. The guys love dogs. None of us have pets anymore since touring and travel and recording makes our schedules so crazy. Seriously, they’ll love him.” I reached down and picked him up. “And we have a deal about Lennox getting his ass chewed—literally—don’t we, Dammit?”

He licked my face, and his tail swept across the counter as it wagged.

Emily laughed and moved to refill her mug. “Fine. But I’m not walking him alone in a strange neighborhood.”

“Someone will go with you. Probably Aubrey, if we’re playing. Be prepared for a million questions, though.”

“Okay, but the interviewer gets to carry the baggie.”

I laughed softly. “That won’t scare her off, trust me.”

“I figured it wouldn’t. Anyone who’s brave enough to take on Kade Edenfield is going to be hard to intimidate.”

“Truer words have never been spoken,” I agreed, turning to leave the kitchen. “Now, finish your coffee and get that sweet ass on the counter while I lock the dog in the bedroom.”

“You’re probably not going to get bitten anymore. He’s used to you now.”

I kept walking. “Maybe so. But I intend to make you scream, so I’m not taking any chances.”

A second later, I heard the distinct sound of coffee being poured down the sink.

Miss Emily was ready for me.