Page 167 of Mess With Me

“Goodness. No need to tell me, it’s obvious.” She refills Sasha’s cup at the sink. “We’ve been placing bets down at the nurse’s station though.” She presses the lid down on the table. Shelly thinks you’re a football player,” she says to me, then turns to Sasha. “And you’re his manager. But do football players even have managers?”

She sets the little table by the bed and eyes Sasha. “My guess is you’re a pop star, and he’s your bodyguard.”

Sasha laughs. “I like the sound of that.”

“That’s one of my favorite movies, you know,” the nurse says with a dreamy sigh as she heads for the door. “Anyhoo, I’ll send the doctor in to clear you just as soon as I see her. Toodeloo, lovebirds!”

The moment she’s out of the room, Sasha presses her forehead against mine. “She knows you’re going to take me to a fancy hotel room and fuck me silly, doesn’t she?”

I answer her by tipping my face up and taking Sasha’s lips against mine again. Softly, delicately, but greedily all the same. I’m not going near her until she’s 100% healed. But a man can dream.

I break off a moment later. “Nurse Lisa and I have a lot in common, you know.”

Sasha lets out a little sigh, her eyes opening slowly. “Oh really? I’ve never heard you saytoodeloo.”

“Toodeloo.” I grumble, making to set her back up on the bed.

Sasha laughs. “No, tell me.”

“We have the same favorite movie.”

It takes Sasha only a second. She gasps. “Wait, are you talking aboutThe Bodyguard? IsThe Bodyguardyour favorite movie?”

“Don’t you dare tell anyone.”

“Why not? Cass would have a field day with that one. Chelsea, too.”

I groan, pulling her down for another kiss.

My crotch jumps, and I know Sasha feels it. “Soon, my love,” she whispers in my ear.

She wiggles her butt in my lap, and I have to grab her hips and lift her back up into her bed before things get very awkward.

She stretches out, looking pleased with herself. Looking sexy as hell even in a hospital gown and robe, too. Then she sits up on her elbow again, her face going serious. “Hey, what were the other things you were going to tell me?”

She twists the ring on her finger.

But the doctor walks in then, coffee and clipboard in hand. “Good morning. I hear someone wants to go home.”

I smile at Sasha. “They can wait.”

CHAPTER47

Sasha

“Icould get used to this,” I say, rolling onto my back as Griffin sets a latte on the bedside table.

He grumbles. I can tell he’s trying not to look at me. He woke up this morning in our suite at the Rolling Hills with a hard-on to end all hard-ons. I know because it was pressed up against my back when I woke up—before him for once in my life.

“I think we’ve waited long enough,” I whispered into his ear.

He’d mumbled something in his sleep and woke up enough to pull me closer and kiss the back of my head. When I rolled onto my back I slipped my hand under the sheet, drawing my fingers over the thin cloth of his shorts. He groaned, tilting his hips into me. Then his eyes blinked open. Even in his half-asleep state, he managed to open his eyes enough to narrow them. “Nice try, you harlot,” he mumbled before rolling away from me.

I huffed. He still hasn’t given up on hiswon’t give the D until we get the all-clearthing. It’s been three weeks, and my injuries are mostly healed.

On the outside.

I went back to sleep grumpy. But waking up now, I don’t know why I’m surprised he’s going to such lengths to take care of me. He wouldn’t be my Griffin if he wasn’t. His insistence that I speak with a trauma therapist he seemed to have on speed dial and talk to every few days has kept me functional, even in a place where I’m able to consider the future.

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