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the closeness. Damn, did that make him sound like a sap.
    He piled the rest of the eggs on his plate and went to snag the toast. With a quick slather of butter, it was ready to go, and he carried it to the table to add to the feast.
    Lacey had already plowed her way through a third of her omelet and seemed to be picking up steam. “Seriously. This is the best food I’ve ever eaten. You should be a chef.”
    He snorted. “I can only make three things. Eggs, steak, and grilled cheese. What kind of restaurant would that be?” He forked up some eggs and started eating.
    She was right, they were pretty damned good.
    “The best one in the world. At least, for after hours. You could cater strictly to drunk people with questionable palettes,” she said before digging into her toast.
    They ate in companionable silence, and he urged her to drink her coffee. A few minutes later, their late night breakfast was obliterated, and he sat back in his chair, full and satisfied.
    Almost.
    “How you feeling?” he asked, hoping the desperation didn’t show on his face. Lacey was the best girlfriend in the world, and their sex life was better than any he’d ever experienced. If she was going through a hard time emotionally, he was hardly justified in being upset or begging—
    “Actually,” she said, pushing her chair back from the table with a screech. “I feel a lot better.” She stepped behind him and wrapped her arms around his neck, dipping her head low to catch his earlobe between her teeth.
    He dropped the napkin he’d been holding and let out a hiss. Oh, thank god.
    He made to stand so he could implement plan “Blow Lacey’s Mind”, but she put her hands on his shoulders and pressed him firmly back into his seat.
    “Give me a minute, would you?” she asked softly, her eyes making sexy promises that made his pulse pound.
    He would give her just about anything at that point but settled on a nod. His cock had already gotten the memo that things were about to get popping and was pressing insistently against the fly of his jeans. He couldn’t wait to be inside her. Feel her tight, wet heat closing over him, and the slow drag of soft flesh against his. Maybe she wanted time to change into a negligee that she’d bought when they went to New York. His blood pumped hard as he recalled the way the black silk skimmed her curves, ending right where her thighs began, so he could see her—
    “Move your chair back.” She ran her hands through his hair and gave it a tug.
    “What do you mean?”
    She dropped to her knees and stared up at him, her eyes wide and hot. “I mean like slide your chair back so I can fit right”—she leaned forward and slid her hand around to his cock—“here.” She patted him and her lips stretched into a knowing smile. “Apparently part of you is way ahead of the rest of you.”
    He pushed his chair out, hard enough that he nearly knocked the table over, and turned it until he faced her.
    “Now what?” he asked through gritted teeth. Was she going to give him a lap dance? Sit on him and grind against him?
    “Unzip them.” The demand in her voice was something he’d never heard before, and he narrowed his eyes at her.
    “Lacey—”
    “Do it. You always get to be the boss, now I want to be the boss for once.”
    Well, well, well. Little Lacey Drawers was feeling tough. He’d just have to make sure he was—what had Rafe called it when he was telling them why he and his latest squeeze hadn’t clicked?—topping from the bottom. He liked being in control, and he wasn’t going to apologize for it, but if she wanted to take a spin at calling the shots, he’d give her a go at it. It wouldn’t be the first time, although usually, it didn’t take but a well-placed nibble or a flick of the tongue to get her to change her mind. Tonight would be no different.
    “I’m at your mercy, love,” he murmured and settled back, trying to keep his muscles loose. They’d been coiled tight since he’d