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Jensen
I came to, holding a beautiful, naked woman in my arms. My eyes jolted awake, as I was unable to believe the turn of events. Not because I’d had the most amazing s*x of my life. Or that the person I’d had it with was Emery Robinson. Or even that I was enjoying having her in my arms the next morning.
It was because I had slept.
I had really slept.
My eyes darted to the red alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed we had migrated into at some ungodly hour last night. But, right now, it read nine o’clock.
Nine o’clock.
I had slept for seven blissful hours. I didn’t even care that I was late for work for the first time in my life or that I probably had a thousand emails and just as many texts and calls to find out if I was alive. I hadn’t slept seven straight hours since
