Page 84 of Zorro

“Fuck. Sounds like he was the know-it-all bitch, and he got caught in his own fucking ego-fest.”

A huff of laughter broke against his chest, and she wrapped her legs around his, burrowing her face against his skin, her body convulsing. “This isn’t supposed to be funny, but you are so damn angry for me and so freaking charming.”

“I swear he was a dickless wonder. He never knew what he had.”

She exhaled softly, lifting her head enough so that she could kiss him. “Everything that happened brought me here…to you. I’m thankful to know the truth about him. We never have to speak about him again. I would never come to you with him anywhere in my mind or my heart. I want you to know that.”

“Don’t make me cry again,” he whispered.

“Oh, Mateo.”

His stomach chose that moment to growl.

She looked up at him. “I’m starving, too.”

He laughed softly. “I’m so smooth and understanding, and then my stomach grumbles. How romantic.”

“It’s honest.” She turned to look at the clock. “And late. We’re probably out of luck.”

“No fucking way. I can talk my way into a nunnery. Getting us some chow—piece of cake.”

“You’d be a dangerous menace in a nunnery, making all those women question God.”

“You do mention his name often when I’m giving you head.”

“Zorro!”

He shrugged and rolled them out of bed. She stumbled, but he braced his leg against the nightstand and righted her. “Let’s go.” He bent down and chucked his shirt at her.

She didn’t catch it. It bounced off her folded arms. “Where am I supposed to go with no damn bottoms? I came here for one thing, mister and you gave it in spades.”

“Ah, wanted for my heavy muscles, clever mouth, and dancing dick. Figures.”

She shoved him onto the bed. “I don’t relish running back across the hall. With my luck, D-Day or Mr. Red-eyes will catch me. Joker will want to know where my ice bucket is.”

He clutched his stomach and laughed. “Terminator at his best. You’re right. I have some shorts with a drawstring. They should work.”

She bent down and pulled the shirt over her head. He walked to his duffel and started to pull out clothes. Once he found the shorts he wanted, he turned around.

She was standing there holding his UDT shorts by her index finger. She was looking at them like they were alien goo. “What are these and why are they wet?”

He came back to her still naked. “My UDT shorts. I swam in them.”

“UDT shorts?”

“They’re issued to frogmen. Started way back in World War II with the Underwater Demolition Team. We wear them when training. I was up at the pool. Bear had them on, too.”

“You…and Bear wore these in public?”

“Babe, they’re legendary.”

“They’re indecent.”

“What?” He frowned. “No.”

“Put them on.” She tossed them to him.

“But they’re clammy and damp.”

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