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“OK. I’ll let you cook for me. But if I hate it, you have to buy ice cream. Raspberry Brownie to be exact.”

“It’s a date, baby.”

Inside the apartment, Peter pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly, enjoying the feel of her slight frame against his chest before he pulled away and headed for his room.

“Oh wait. Before you go, I bought you these. Thought you could wear them to work. A reminder of our day.”

He accepted the bag she was offering him. “You know the Secret Service has a dress code, right?”

Carrie giggled. “Just open it, silly.”

When he opened the bag, he raised one eyebrow at her. “Really, Carrie?”

It was a pair of boxers with the theme park logo all over them in a rainbow of colors.

“Really, Peter. And you have to wear them. It’s part of our adventure.”

With a scowl, he wagged a finger at her. “Like I said, you’re lucky you’re cute.”

But he took the bag with him to get dressed because her beaming smile of approval made him want to do anything it took to keep it on her face.

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Peter walked down the hall, and Carrie let herself appreciate his backside in jeans once more before he went back to the work attire that often covered his ass. It made her sad that they’d had to cut their day short, but she wouldn’t trade the memories they’d made for anything.

A few minutes later, her phone dinged, and she picked it up. A high-pitched giggle bubbled out of her when she opened the text message from Peter. He had snapped a photo of himself in his full-length mirror wearing nothing but the boxers she had bought.

He poked his head out of the bedroom with an exaggerated scowl on his face. “Laughter is not typically the response a Dom is hoping for when he sends a picture like that to a woman.”

Her giggles turned to full-blown laughter, and she held her stomach. “Sorry. I’m sorry.” When his eyes hardened, and he stalked toward her, she changed tactics and batted her eyelashes at him. “They fit you perfectly, Sir. I’ll have fun taking them off later.”

A growl left him as he reached her. “Don’t say things like that to me when I have to get my ass to work, little one.” He grabbed her and planted a rough kiss on her lips, stealing her breath before he backed down the hallway. She blew him a kiss with an over the top flourish as he disappeared back into his bedroom.

The kiss left her feeling dazed as she wandered back to the couch. A knock sounded, startling her. Without thinking, Carrie rushed over to answer it. When she opened the door, nobody was there, but a package lay at her feet.

“Are you seriously about to pick that up?” Peter growled. She whirled around just in time for him to grasp her upper arm and drag her out of the doorway.

“Didn’t anyone ever teach you not to open the door for strangers?” he muttered.

“Calm down. You’re overreacting.”

That was apparently the wrong thing to say, because she found herself backed against the entry wall with him glaring down at her.

“Overreacting? Someone drugged your drink, tried to kidnap you, set your apartment on fire, and tried to blow up my protectee at least three times. Not to mention he’s got a gunshot wound. Did I miss anything?”

His face was inches from hers, and she could feel his hot breath fluttering over her skin as he spoke.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think. You’re right,” she said in a quiet voice, hoping to calm him down.

“Damn right you didn’t think. Go sit down.” He pointed at the couch.

“I don’t think it’s dangerous. It looks like the same kind of packages I’ve been getting.”

But he wasn’t interested in her explanations. He continued pointing and glaring at her until she sank into the couch. When he was satisfied, he kneeled down and inspected the envelope, muttering to himself as he did. Finally, he deemed it safe and brought it inside. Then he was on the phone asking the front desk if they had let any delivery people up.

“A messenger came up a few minutes ago. I’ll get the building security footage and see if we can identify this fucker.”

Carrie couldn’t tell if his irritation stemmed from his disdain for the anonymous source or if he was still irritated with her.

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