"No," he rumbled in my ear. "I have to fuck you. Now."
"Why? Are you marking your territory?" I'd only been half serious with the comment, but he pulled back and the look in his eyes said that was exactly what he was doing.
I wriggled out of his gr...
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Chapter Seventeen
Shawn was already dressed and bustling around when I awoke the next morning. I peered at him with one eye closed then ventured a look at my watch. It wasn't even quite six yet.
He either saw me stirring or was so in tune with me that he recognized my breathing had left sleep mode. "Do you mind sharing, or do you want your own suitcase?"
I yawned, my brain still fuzzy. "Um, suitcase for what?"
"For Japan."
I wiped the sleep out of my eyes. "Japan? Why would I go to Japan?"
"Because I'm going to make that play for Plexis. And I want you to come with me."
I sat up, realizing I should be concentrating harder on the conversation. Shawn was putting his toiletries into a suitcase propped on a folding luggage rack. A travel bag for suits was already zipped up and hanging on the bedroom door. "When exactly is this happening?"
Shawn stopped packing and flashed his heart-stopping smile-the widest one he had that he used so rarely and which always got the butterflies fluttering in my tummy. He was obviously in a good mood. "The plane's set to take off late tonight. It's a long flight. Might as well sleep. Or, we could not sleep." His eyes gleamed wickedly. "It would be easier to adjust to the time difference if we stayed awake the entire flight." His gaze wandered to my na**d br**sts. "I'm sure we could think of something to occupy our time."
With a frown, I flung the sheet off my legs, rose and headed toward the bathroom. "I can't go to Japan tonight."
"Why not?"
"Because I have work," I called over my shoulder. Thinking of work, I suddenly remembered the whole evening before-Paul and Kendrick, and Shawn wanting me to run the club. Then the spectacular lovemaking. I wasn't sure where that left everything.
"So, what about work?"
Where were we in our conversation? Oh, yes, Japan. "I have work. You know? That thing you do where you go someplace and make lots of money? Even those of us who don't make lots of money still do the work part. In fact, it's even more necessary for us."
"Anything you need, I can provide. I expect to provide."
I'd left the door open while I peed so I could still hear him clearly. It felt nice having that level of comfort with a guy, but I wasn't so sure about the provide thing he was talking about. "Hey, we just moved in together. Can we step back and keep this on the topic at hand?"
"Fine. But that discussion will come eventually. Sometime soon."
My stomach twisted with both panic and anticipation. Dammit, what was this man doing to me?
"You make your own schedule." His voice seemed close. I looked up to see him leaning in the doorway.
My brow knitted, still hung up on his last statement. I really needed coffee before embarking on such mind-spiraling discussions. "Because I make my own schedule doesn't mean I can leave on a moment's notice."
