I dozed off for a few hours, and when I opened my eyes, I realized it was nine in the evening.And I was starving.Dinner had been forgotten because Cato stopped by with no warning. We wound up in my bed upstairs, fucking like it’d been weeks since we’d last seen each other, not days. Now I had a gorgeous man beside me, the sheets bunched around his waist as his hand rested on his stomach.I slid out of the bed and made my way back downstairs. His shirt was on the floor where he’d left it, so I pulled it on and stepped into the kitchen. I’d already defrosted the chicken, so I added the spices then threw it in the pan. After a few more ingredients, I had chicken piccata.“You can shoot, and you can cook. Perfect woman.”I turned around to see Cato standing there in his black boxers. With lean muscle bulging everywhere, he looked even sexier naked than he did in a full suit. I turned off the pan then scooped the chicken, tomatoes, and pasta onto two plates. “You don’t know if I can shoo
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