Page 105 of Riot

He stops his fingers from circling my stomach. “Clever girl. You are observant.”

“I saw Giggs outside my office earlier. I didn’t get a chance to say anything when I got to your place because of… well, you know.”

He kisses the back of my head. “It’s nothin’ for you to worry about. Just a precaution.”

“You know the ladies chat, right?”

“Chat?”

“In the group chat. They added me. If you don’t tell me, one of them will.”

He sighs. “The ol’ ladies of the club should not be sayin’ shit to anyone. What their old man tells them is supposed to be private.”

“Right. Uh, huh. Like pillow talk is ever gonna stay private.”

“What do you talk about in there?”

“Boring girl stuff mainly.” Okay, it’s far from it, but he doesn't have to know that.

“Like I said, it’s nothin’, babe. Somethin’ from my past which isn’t anythin’ because it’s back in Chicago. I killed someone important, and now people are bein’ offed like flies.”

“And you think they’re gonna come for you next?”

“Nope. I don’t think that. If I did, I’d be bein’ more careful than I am with you. We wouldn’t be goin’ out by ourselves if I thought it was dangerous. I wouldn’t be lettin’ you out of the house, or go to work.”

I balk. “Lettingme out of the house? I think we can take the crazy down just a notch or two.”

“Babe. I’ve been a little, uh, taken with you for a while now, don’t know if that’s obvious.”

“Like that time you stalked me and found out where I live?”

“Stalkin’ is somethin’ bad, sinister. I’d never do anythin’ like that. It was for your own safety, and luckily I did because that fuckface Ian showed up.”

“He’s nothing to me.”

He bites down on my neck, sucking the skin. “Did you like it when you saw him beaten up? Knowin’ I did that for you?”

“A sick part of me did, and the good girl part was horrified,” I admit.

He snorts. “Good girl? My baby thinks she’s agood girl?”

“What would happen if yourgood girldecided to be a verybad girl?”

“Keep talkin’ like that and you might find out.”

“You said back in Mississippi you were going to put me over your knee when I said that stuff you didn’t like me saying about myself.”

I feel his dick twitch beneath me. I know we’ve been at it like rabbits, but I can’t get enough of him. The sex is freaking fantastic and having his body wrapped around mine while we lie here, relaxing, does nothing for my over-stimulated body.

“Yeah, I can’t deny I’ve got fantasies of takin’ you over my knee, but you’re always an angel, so you’ve not given me reason to lately.”

“That’s hardly a good excuse,” I laugh. “I’m not an angelallthe time.”

He moves his lips to the other side of my neck, biting down there, too. “Most of the time.”

“Are you marking me so my parents will see?”

“No, I’m markin’ you so that if any man even thinks about takin’ what’s mine, they’ll have their eyes gouged out.”

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