Page 62 of Bad Boy in Her Bed

Simple enough.

As he locked the door behind them, her arms snaked around his ribs, her head resting on his back.“Now I’m going to shower.Alone.Then you will.Alone.”

Wrinkling his nose, he lifted one of her hands to his lips.“And then?”

“Then we figure this out, and you’re going to let me make it okay.”

He followed her upstairs, watching as she went through his dresser to pull out shorts and a shirt without hesitation.The shower turned on within seconds of her disappearing into the bathroom.

Grey’s door opened a crack.“Hey.You good?”

Slumping onto the corner of his bed, he ran his hands through his hair, his nose wrinkling when he pulled a leaf out.“Yeah, maybe.I’ll fill you in later.”Glancing at his alarm clock, he frowned.“You have an online tutorial at nine a.m.Get to bed.”

The concern in his brother’s eyes didn’t fade as it usually did when Birch went into parental mode.“If you say so.Night.”

“Night,” he grumbled, flopping back and tossing an arm over his eyes until it was his turn to shower.Jocelyn didn’t even bother turning off the water as she walked into his room and shooed him out.

By the time he returned, she was asleep on his bed.

Under his blanket.

Wearing his clothes.

Crawling in beside her, he pulled her in tight to him and let her warmth soothe him to sleep.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Birch wasn’t sureexactly what he was expecting upon waking after the night they’d had, but Jocelyn pacing his kitchen in heels and a suit with her phone tight to her ear wasn’t it.

Though it did explain the suitcase he’d tripped over at the foot of his bed.

Straddling a chair, he watched the changes in her face while the person on the other end of the line spoke.Her lips pursed and tightened, her delicate brows arched periodically, her steel eyes narrowed.Her hair was sleek and smooth, her fitted black jacket hugging her curves, the tight knee-length skirt showing off her lean legs.Every so often, she hummed in agreement or disagreement.The odd curse was whispered to the ceiling.

She didn’t seem to notice him, so he continued to notice her.

Electric-blue, sky-high heels clicked across the tile to a piece of printer paper on the counter covered in scrawled notes and numbers.

“Angelo.No.I…yes.Push the Chicago case with the press.”Her voice was the same enticing mixture of confidence and huskiness he loved hearing when she was in a take-charge mood.“If you can keep this one out of view, I’ll fly up and pose nice for a few pictures.Uh-huh.You bet.I’ll even toss in a smile for one.”Her lips turned up into the satisfied smirk she wore whenever she got her way.“Make sure you remind Puller I expect my lawyers to pick up on the first ring.I’ll call you later.”

Setting her phone down, she lifted the paper and turned, not looking up to acknowledge him.“I love you, Birch.And because I love you, and because I wasn’t as upfront about my job and my past as I should have been, I’m not going to lecture you about misguided gestures of sacrifice on my behalf.”Her eyes finally met his and she lifted a brow.“But next time you consider facing jail time as a solution to a problem, let me take care of it.”

He reached a hand out to her, happy when she stepped closer to him and took it, allowing him to pull her against the back of the chair where he could wrap his arm around her hips.“Sorry.I kind of tuned out after the ‘I love you’ part.”

She cupped his chin and bent down, brushing her lips against his.When he tried to deepen the kiss, she slipped from his hold and sauntered to the coffee pot.“I have a bulldog of a defense lawyer on standby waiting for my call, and two talented weasels from his financial division chomping at the bit to review my work and ensure I wasn’t blinded by your hotness.”Turning back to him, coffee cup in hand, she gave him a look harsh enough to make him wince until she spoke again.“A few weeks ago, you called yourselfmorally sound but ethically challenged, and while I didn’t say so at the time, I understood that more than you know.You’re about to see that you aren’t the only one around here who knows how to shade in between the black and white.”When his eyes widened, she pointed to the stairs.“You have thirty minutes to get ready before we head to the police station.That’s ten to get dressed, five to down a cup of coffee.”

With a quick add of the numbers, he cleared his throat.“What about the other fifteen minutes?”

She set her coffee down and strode over to him, her heels clicking on the file as she nuzzled his jaw.“Your brother took off thirty minutes ago and I have plans.”

Her tongue trailed along his throat to his ear and a shiver went down his spine.“Can I be in on your plans?”

“I guess so.But I’m in charge.And we’re on a tight timeline.”

He and authority had never gotten along well.

But Jocelyn’s version of control was definitely up his alley.

She kissed him hungrily, one hand running through his hair while the other tugged his shirt up.Leaning away from him, she shrugged off her jacket and tugged her shirt over her head.The visual of the fabric revealing her skin to him inch by inch went straight to his cock, the view of her skimpy black bra imprinting in his brain instantly.

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