Noah woke up to silk sheets, a pounding head, and the unmistakable ache of thoroughly satisfying sex.He groaned and flopped onto his stomach, burying his face in a pillow that smelled like Sterling. Clean, expensive, and faintly spiced, like bourbon and power."Mmmfuck," he mumbled. "Dead. I’m dead. You killed me."From somewhere nearby, a deep voice rumbled with amusement. "You’re dramatic when you’re hungover."Noah cracked one eye open. Sterling stood at the foot of the bed in nothing but a dark robe, tied loosely at the waist. Arms crossed. Smirking.Noah grinned, rolling to face him, slow and lazy. "You were very hot last night. Like, criminally hot.""You were very loud," Sterling said dryly. "Happy birthday, by the way."Noah blinked, then groaned again. "Oh, fuck. It’s my birthday?"Sterling nodded. "It is. You’re twenty-three and still incapable of holding your liquor.""Rude." Noah reached out and patted the empty side of the bed. "You should be naked. It’s my birthday."St
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