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It felt more important than having sex forthe first time for some reason…not as sweet or as intimate, but it was specialto him.

“I would love to.” Giving him a quick kiss,I turned toward the coffeepot as it finished filling. “Are you sure you don’twant to rush out?”

I grinned as he started to squirm. “You’vehad errands to run first thing every time you’ve stayed over this week.”

At least once had been legitimate, but Ihad a feeling he wasn’t sure what the boys would say if they saw him therefirst thing.

“No.” He straightened and brushed his handsdown his shirt. “I wanted to invite them to dinner at my house next week. Withyou. I mean, as long as that’s okay with you?”

He hadn’t been this nervous since lastweekend when we’d made love for the first time…and this seemed to be worse.Setting my cup down, I walked to the island and wrapped my arms around him,pinning him against the counter.

Kissing his neck as he squirmed andlaughed, I lowered my voice. “Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way.I’m going to enjoy both, so please don’t feel bad about picking the hard way.”

He made a needy sound and shivered as I bitdown on his ear. “Please pick the hard way.”

Wade whimpered, but it was a sound full ofdesire, not embarrassment. “I just want them to like me. They’re basically yourfamily here.”

Ah.

Kissing his cheek, I straightened and smiled.My parents had moved to the other side of the country years ago, and at thatpoint, we had a casual relationship at best. “Yeah, you’re probably right. ButI happen to know they already like you. You made a great impression on them thefirst time you met and you helped them get work at the club. They think youwalk on water.”

And I wasn’t exaggerating.

I’d become second fiddle to Wade withouthim even realizing it. “All I hear is questions about Wade and how nice youseem.”

His blush that time wasn’t nerves.“Really?”

“Yes.” I gave him another quick kiss. “Nowhurry and get your coffee before they clean out the pot. They’re bottomlesspits.”

Wade chuckled. “Yes, Sir.”

He was all smiles now, but the way hearched against me and the huskiness in his laugh said he wasn’t just thinkingof coffee. “Hmm, I think you’re trying to tempt me.”

Just as I was going back to nibble at hisneck, because that made him squirm and wiggle against me every time, gigglescame from the doorway. I gave Wade a kiss on the cheek. “Hurry, they’vedescended on us and I haven’t had coffee yet.”

Of course Ari was the first to poke at us.“I’m pretty sure we agreed there would be no hanky-panky in the kitchen.”

Wade coughed, trying to look innocent, butI rolled my eyes. “I was not hankying or pankying.”

Seth laughed. “I would really like to knowthe definitions of those, please.”

Wade finally giggled. “Coffee, gentlemen?”

I groaned. “They’re hoodlums, notgentlemen.”

Both boys grinned and nodded.

Wade laughed again. “Okay then. Well, howabout we get coffee and the muffins I was promised before you have to get towork?”

He knew just how to distract them.

Seth perked up and Ari bounced closer.“Chocolate ones?”

I snorted. “Those are more like dessert.”

All three menaces turned to give me puppydog looks. “You too?”

Wade nodded then pointed toward the boys.“They’re bad influences.”