“Everything okay with Nichole?” she asks.

I tug on the blankets to reveal her perfect tits, and I nod as I stare. “Yeah. Everything is good.”

I shuck my jeans and then remove my briefs as well and then grip my half-hard erection. “Remove the blankets completely, baby.”

She does, leaving her stark naked.

“Beautiful,” I say. “Now, spread your legs and finger yourself. I want to see you try to make yourself come.”

* * *

MYLA

“Love you,” I say as I kiss Ryot one last time. His hand on my robe-covered ass squeezes me hard before he drops his forehead to mine and sighs.

“Fuck, I don’t want to leave.”

“I don’t want you to leave either, but you have to.” I run my hand over his thick pec. “But after the game, you’re coming over here?”

“Or, you can just be at my place waiting,” he says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a key.

“You’re giving me a key?”

“Yeah.” He grips my cheek with his warm palm. “I want you there, babe. Come and go whenever you want.”

“Okay, well, then I’ll see you at your place tonight.”

“Naked?”

I chuckle and push at his chest. “No, wrapped up in a Bobbies flag. I have to bring this thing full circle, after all.”

He lets out a hearty laugh. “Sounds sexy, babe. And you’re going into the restaurant today to quit?”

I nod. Once I receive my dad’s inheritance, Ryot and I decided that it would be the perfect time for me to quit waitressing, focus on Renovate Chicago, and work out where I want to go from there. “Yup, can’t wait to tell them thank you for the time, but I’m done.”

“Good. Okay. I’ll see you tonight.” He gives me a chaste kiss and then opens the door and starts jogging down the front steps. “I love you, Myla.”

“I love you,” I say back as he gets into his car and leaves.

When I shut the door, I walk over to the kitchen where Nichole is hovering over a cup of coffee.

“You had quite the night,” she says.

“Did you hear us?”

“Myla, the dogs three blocks away heard you.”

I wince. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t keep you up.”

She shrugs. “No, I put my earplugs in, took some melatonin, and passed out.”

“You know, you didn’t have to come back last night. I feel bad that you did and then we didn’t even talk.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t even worry about it. I think I need to apologize to you.”

“For what?” I ask.

“For the way I acted when your dad died.” She leans against the counter and clutches her cup of coffee with both hands. “You know I’m not interested in a relationship at all. It’s just not something I want or need, but I see how much you need it in your life. I see how you lean on him, how you depend on him, and I think I got a little jealous. And when he wasn’t there for you the way I thought he should have been, I gave you some bad advice.”