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She'd been lying at the bottom of his bed when he entered the bedroom from a cool shower. She'd dozed off in one of his shirts that were two sizes too big for her. She'd unbuttoned two buttons at the top so he can see the swell of her lovely breast through the slight opening.

She didn't snore which meant she wasn't deep into sleep Nick noted.

"Abbigail," he called softly and brushed a curl off her face.

She moaned, softly and her eyes fluttered open. He stood almost directly above her in his towel. She smiled at the sight of him and sat up. Her heart quickened, deliciously and prayed her voice wouldn't give way.

"Thank heavens you wear clothes to work." she purred and trailed a finger down his abdomen to his waistline where the towel hung snugly. She was about to tug on his towel when he grabbed her hand.

"Stand for me." he ordered as his eyes darkened.

Abby knew and loved when that look appeared, loved when he took charge. She stood almost immediately on the bed, putting her just a little above him.

"So, you fell asleep on me, huh." he said, it was more of a statement than a question and she found herself blushing in response.

She'd managed to cram in two birthdays and a proposal dinner in addition to her already hectic schedule today but this, him, she could never be too tired, too busy for.

Punish me, please. She begged silently.

sliding off the shirt, he took his time caressing her body with his heated gaze.

"I'm not going to punish you just yet," He smiled devilishly, as if reading her very silent plea. His dimples showed and her insides melted.

His hands traveled up her thighs, massaging rhythmically. Knees weak, she held on to his broad shoulders, as her faith in her strength wavered. They'd traveled up her back and in a swift motion she'd barely had time to register, he discarded her lace bra to some far corner of the room.

What was the point in spending hours meticulously choosing lingerie that cost a day's salary only to be flung aside like an old rag.

Then he was gone from her just as quickly.

Abbi groaned loudly and she heard him chuckle as he headed into his drawer.

"Tell me something about your day?" He threw over his shoulder as he dug through his dresser draws.

How was she supposed to think straight when her mind was already turning into mush from the sight and scent of him? Selectively, she ran through her day.

"It was alright. Completed my health checks, squeezed in a few extra clients today. Was a very productive one overall."

"Uh-huh ... Did you eat?" He'd think a person that dealt with health and food for a living would eat as much as she fed others but he'd found it wasn't always the case with Abby. She was a picky eater he'd learned and would usually munch on a energy bar and coffee to get through her day.

"I had a salad and fruit juice. Not much personal time today to get off my feet." She shrugged, silently hoping he'd return back to their reason for meeting. "What're you looking for did it fell down a rabbit's hole?"

"That's why you have a staff." He said firmly turning to face her.

"This isn't the scolding I came for ... besides, I'm fine. I'm never really hungry from smelling all those different foods."