Page 104 of Secret Mission

Stilling, she worries at her thumb with her fingernail. “Just worrying.”

“About?”

Tentative still, she stops with the thumb but shifts to nibble her lip. “You.”

Oh, fuck.

A fresh wave of stinging builds in my throat. “Nah, no need. I’m good, better than I’ve been in a long time.”

The knock on the door feels rude. Probably because it is.

Loud ass motherfucker, whoever it is, follows the banging with yelling. “Hey! Food. Quit making out and come get this before it gets cold.”

I snatch open the door.

Beast looks amused when he sees me in a towel. Especially when he zooms in on my arms. First one, then the other. “You never did say what the hell all those cuts are from.”

“Don’t ask.” I snatch the bag. “See you tomorrow.”

Slam the door and flip the lock.

When I turn around, Allison’s expression is scolding.

“You didn’t.”

“He’s a guy. He understands. There are two things you never get between. A man and his food and a man and his woman.”

“What about a man and his truck?”

I grin and let my eyes fall slowly over her. “What about a woman and her Truck?”

Laughter fills the house. “Give me that bag, or I’ll take a bite out of you.”

“Promise?”

“Maybe.” She hops on the bed. “Let’s eat. In bed.”

I’m already stalking toward her, dropping my towel on the floor as I go. “I like the way you think.”

I throw back the covers and launch myself onto the smooth cool sheets. “Oh, fuck yeah, this is heaven.”

As I stare, Allison’s cheeks pink, a little sheen coats her eyes. Dreamy. The same way I feel now.

This is the good stuff.

What we’ve both been waiting for.

Her voice is a little huskier when she speaks. “You know… I think you’re right, this is heavenly. Now lie back and let me feed you.”

I’m sure my blink is cartoonish. “Really?”

She climbs up to kneel beside me and spreads dinner on my stomach. Wrappers of tamales, sauce containers and other unknown items. “Yep, I’m going to feed you like a king.”

Fuck. Yes.

“Okay. I’m down with this. Just keep the hot sauce away from the Big Mack.”

Her hand freezes mid-way to a paper-wrapped package of tamales. “You don’t really call your cock Big Mack do you?”

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