Janey never got to hear his response, because she never finished her sentence before drifting into a contented sleep curled up against Nyall's deliciously hard body.
***
Bzzz.
Bzzz.
Warm female flesh on his face.
Janey's scent in his nostrils.
Bzzz.
Nyall made his eyelids do their thing, even while his cock did its thing against Janey's hip. With tremendous willpower—there had to be a fucking award for this—he separated their bodies and reached out a hand to silence the phone. "Yeah, Mary," he managed to croak, bringing it to his ear as he rolled out of bed.
Even as he listened to his assistant's voice, he watched Janey snuggle into his former spot. His phone was set to attacking-swarm-of-bees volume level, but she remained dead to the world, looking sweet and milky and so tasty his mouth watered. One ripe tit was poking out from under her arm, the nipple plump even in relaxation. Those doe-brown eyes were closed and her breathing even and there was a little smile on her face.
He hoped she was dreaming of him.
Something told him she was dreaming of weddings. His wedding to some society chick while she gave him the thumbs-up from the back of the church. She had, after all, fallen asleep in his arms mumbling something ominous about interviewing him.
"Hold on, Mary," he said.
He bent down and kissed Janey's cheek, then her hair, and then the upper swell of her ass. She didn't stir.
He straightened up again and walked to the window. "Okay, give it to me."
Look for the conclusion of Nyall and Janey's story, Match You: The Alpha Billionaire's Virgin, Book 2
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