Page 132 of Beyond the Badge: Nox

“Oh, I see… I merit fractions.”

“Well, I haven’t seen a perfect ten yet.”

He fought the twitch of his lips. “Are you actively searching?”

“No.”

“Will you accept a dick that’s less than a perfect ten?”

“Depends on who it’s attached to.”

“If it’s attached to someone like me?”

When she shrugged, his lips finally twisted into a grin. “I can make an exception.”

“Well, thank fuck for that,” he teased.

She leaned closer and brushed the back of her knuckles down his cheek. “You’re not bad for an exception.”

“Depends on who you ask.”

“I’m going with my own opinion. I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“Then, I like the way you think.”

“Though, my memory is a bit weak,” she continued, “and it’s been a while since I’ve seen it. I might have to check it out again to make sure my rating’s still accurate.”

“Do you want me to whip it out right here and now? Do I need to do a rub and tug first to get the best assessment?”

She laughed. “No one wants to see a deflated pink worm.”

“Snake. Not a worm.”

“Just be glad I didn’t say button mushroom.” She lifted a finger and released his hand she’d been holding in her lap, “Before you expose yourself like a pervy flasher, I have something for you…” and twisted around to grab something from the back seat.

Her ass, raised high in the air, tempted him as she stretched for whatever it was.

“That looks delicious,” he murmured.

“I know, right? I spent a good amount of time on it.”

“Sitting on it or doing squats?”

“What?” When that luscious rear-end plunked down in the driver’s seat again, she held a large round plastic container. “No, this.”

He mourned the loss of her ass practically smashed into his face. “What’s that?”

“The birthday cake I promised you. I’m sorry I wasn’t able to give it to you on the actual day.”

Damn, she actually baked him a cake. “Liyah… You didn’t have to do that.”

“I’m well aware of that, but I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t want to. I was hoping it would brighten your day, because when I hear you laugh or see you smile, the truth is… it brightens mine.”

He opened his mouth, then closed it when he wasn’t sure how to respond. He stared at her for a few seconds before asking the only thing he could think of. “It’s that simple?”

With a single nod, she popped off the container’s lid. “It’s that simple.”

The unmistakable sweet smell of frosting or icing, or whatever she used to decorate the cake, filled the car.

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