Page 128 of Burn Bag

“I’m sorry I brought a snake into the house.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I mumbled against her lips.

“Does that mean we can keep him?”

“Not a chance in hell,” I said as I tore her shirt over her head.

My lips latched onto her neck and I sucked hard, leaving a hickey that I knew would be visible for days. “What about the cats?” she panted.

“Don’t you dare try to take Tigger from me.” I bent down and tore her pants off, pushing her back on the bed. Crawling between her thighs, I was just about to bury my face in her pussy when I heard a hissing sound and stopped in my tracks.

“Daphne…”

“Yeah?” There was an audible wince in her voice.

“Is the snake in the room?”

“If I say yes, are you going to stop what you’re doing?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Then no. There’s not a snake in the room.”

I had a decision to make. I could back away from her very sexy, very wet pussy in favor of finding the snake, or I could pretend she was telling the truth and end up in heaven.

“Fuck it.”

I laidpanting on the bed with Daphne in my arms and a snake slithering somewhere around the room. If I was smart, I’d get the hell out of there, but I was still too boneless to move.

“That was…”

“Amazing,” I finished for her. Rolling to my side, I grinned at her. “So, now we can say we know what it’s like to do it with a snake in the room.”

“And we wouldn’t be talking about yours,” she laughed.

This woman was too funny. How the hell had I gotten lucky enough to find a woman like her? “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”

A blush stained her cheeks as her eyes met mine. “Tell me about her.”

Nothing killed a mood like your wife asking you to tell her about a past relationship. Normally, that was something that would happen before a person got married, so I couldn’t exactly blame her.

“Why?”

“Because I want to know what it was about her that…” She dropped her eyes and I sighed, rolling to my back.

“You’ve heard people talking.”

“Actually, I asked Harper about her. I ran into Isla at the wedding and then again at the hospital.”

“Sorry about that,” I grunted, feeling like shit that she wasn’t better prepared for the storm that was Isla.

“She’s very protective of you.”

“She shouldn’t be,” I snapped, anger fueling me, but it wasn’t because I had feelings for Isla still. I fucking hated what Daphne was implying. That Isla would approach her and say anything.

Daphne rolled to face me, propping her head on her hand. “So, tell me about it.”

The way she said it, it was more curiosity in her tone than jealousy or anger. But that didn’t really surprise me. Daphne didn’t strike me as the type to react in that way.

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