"I could make it one," I purr, wrapping my hand around his thigh and sliding it slowly up to his ass, cupping all that firm muscle as I pull him closer. The whole week is sprawled out before us, full of possibilities, and a genuine smile splits my face as I lean down to steal a kiss.

Bittle's fingers press into my chest and I take one hand, feeling the tension in his wrist and fingers. He's been working so hard, and I lift his hand to press a kiss into his palm. "I'm thinking jacuzzi first. We need to get you into relaxation mode, which is kind of ironic coming from me, isn't it? But I stand by it."