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lascivious look that Nate caught.  Grabbing Jesse’s arm, he jerked him away, leaving me alone with just Abram.  He was frowning down at me now, looking undeniably cute with his tousled morning hair and wrinkled grey Henley.  Ugh.  The air was thick was silence and somehow all I could wonder was how long any of his girlfriends had ever stayed mad at him.
    “I’ll call a car to take you home.  Has everything been okay with the apartment and the job?” he asked.
    “Everything’s been perfect.  Until… you know.”  I had told him that Jesse had followed me home yesterday afternoon, and that had been how he’d found me.  “But otherwise, everything’s been perfect, actually.  The apartment is beautiful.  Thank you again for it.  From both me and Rhode,” I said, cracking a smile as I remembered Rhode’s reaction to the French windows overlooking the quaint, gated garden of Gramercy Park.  We got in with a key that day and had spent afternoon to evening sitting on charming benches surrounded by bright, beautiful flowers, all the while talking about the worst, most amazingly filthy things Rhode had done during her last hook-up.  Down and dirty details in the city’s most elegant park.  We hadn’t even realized that an eighty-something-year-old woman was sitting around the corner from us the entire time until she got up to leave – at which point she gave us a frail but fervent thumbs up, warbling, “I approve ,” before pushing through the wrought-iron gate.  Rhode and I had spent a solid ten seconds being horrified before bursting out laughing and promising each other we would grow up to be that woman.  It was one of many awesome memories I’d made with her during my brief time away from the drama.  I guess I did have to thank Abram for making it possible.  I hadn’t even realized that my eyes had drifted out the window till I looked back to see him wearing a little half-grin on his face.  “What?”
    “Nothing.  You barefoot and wearing a robe in my kitchen.”
    “So?” I tried to fight the grin threatening my lips.
    “Just an image I could get used to,” he said, taking a step closer when I finally cracked a smile.
    “What, you want me cooking and cleaning for you?”
    He laughed.  “I’ll have the cleaning taken care of.  But at some point, I want to drink my coffee at that table and watch you cook me breakfast in this robe.  With your hair all tangled from how hard I fucked you before we got out of bed.”
    I chewed my lip and groaned inwardly, surrendering to his touch as he wrapped his arms around my waist, breathing in the hollow of my neck. “I’ll make a note of it.”
    “Good,” Abram murmured, sliding his finger into the knot of my sash, tugging gently till it unraveled.  “I’m gonna need you to do this too.”  He pulled my robe open, exposing my naked front.  I felt my heart pound, instantly aroused but half-terrified that Nate or Jesse might walk in.
    “Need me to do what?” I whispered.
    “Lean against the stove with this wide open.  So I can have breakfast and a nice view of these perfect tits,” Abram cupped them gently and brushed his lips down from my neck to my nipples, sucking till they pebbled stiff.  “And this perfect pussy.”  He trailed a hand down between my thighs, drawing a single fingertip along my wet seam.  “Can’t really think of a better way to start the day.”
    Damn it.  I exhaled, my head rolling back as Abram drew my wetness to my clit, rubbing slow, tormenting circles.  I was still half-annoyed with him but somehow, the heat of my anger mixed right in with my arousal as he teased me, his touch electrifying every part of my body and setting a fire that I desperately needed put out after last night.  “Don’t do this to me again, Abram,” I pleaded.
    “Do what?”
    “Tease me,” I moaned quietly, sliding my hand over his so that he cupped my pussy.
    “Keep doing that and I’ll fuck you over this counter,” he