Page 64 of Burn Bag

I glowered at Dash, and he shot me an equally scathing look.

“I swear, it’s like dealing with toddlers,” Laura sighed. “You know, I always imagined getting called to the school to pick up my kid because he was misbehaving. I never thought I’d have to drag your ass out of jail.”

Red snorted. “It wasn’t even real jail. It was like baby jail.”

“Oh, come on now, Red,” Laura smirked. “Let’s not be too hard on the boys. I’m sure it was really traumatizing.”

“Hey, we were locked in a room,” Dash argued.

“And you could have broken out if you really wanted,” Laura pointed out.

Red grimaced. “I don’t know. It took him quite a while to break out of that room under the mountain.”

“Hey, that was different! I was battling layers and layers of security! I was on the outside, breaking in. You have no idea what that was like!”

“And none of this is important because I still don’t have my litter boxes!” I shouted, drawing the attention back to the big problem. “Someone has to go back in there and get me those litter boxes. I am not returning home without them!”

“You know you could have just ordered them online, right?”

“And wait days for them to arrive? Are you fucking kidding?”

Red clapped me on the shoulder, squeezing me tight. “Relax. It’s a couple of fucking days. You’ll survive.”

“Easy for you to say!” I called after him. “You don’t have to smell that shit!” I turned to Laura, pleading to her with my eyes. “You know what it’s like. You live with him,” I said, jerking my thumb at Dash.

“Sorry. I didn’t bring any credit cards with me. Better luck next time.”

She walked away, getting back in the vehicle.

“She lives with me?” Dash scowled. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“I was desperate.”

He shook his head in disgust. “And to think, I gave up hours of my life to help you. I hope you choke on the smell.”

“That’s very likely,” I grumbled as I followed him to the truck.

17

DAPHNE

Rolling over,my hand grazed something hard and my eyes flashed open. I held my breath, not daring to take even a single breath as I waited for a reaction. Very slowly, I peeled my eyes open and stared at the very naked, very sexy chest in front of me.

Tattoos swirled in intricate patterns across his skin, circling around his nipple, which I very much wanted to suck into my mouth at the moment. Somehow, I found a way to hold back. I wasn’t sure jumping from newly married to a stranger to sucking on his nipples was the way to go.

But damn, he was so easy on the eyes. I let my gaze drift to his face, to the rough stubble along his jaw that filled out every single inch, aside from the single line where no hair grew along the side of his jaw. I itched to touch it, to find out what it felt like, but refrained.

A small piece of hair fell across his forehead where it was usually slicked back. Right now, he looked so carefree and out of control. During the day, he was always so put together. It was nice to see him like this, relaxed and normal. He actually looked like a regular guy right now.

I mean, aside from the fact that even in his sleep, he still had defined muscles and the most delicious abs I’d ever seen. If I pouredwater on his stomach right now, there would be lines of water running in patterns where his abs cut into his delicious body.

I didn’t want to move my hand, but leaving it right over his crotch seemed like a bad thing. I mean, we were married, so technically, it shouldn’t be a problem. But other than our wedding kiss, we hadn’t exactly taken things further. Somehow, jumping right to groping seemed like a bad thing.

Well, maybe not for everyone. A woman would consider that a gross overstep. But would a man? Wouldn’t that be every man’s dream? To wake up in bed with a woman’s hands roaming over him? Somehow, I figured that would be okay, but I couldn’t bring myself to start touching him like that. I just wasn’t that bold.

I was just about to remove my hand from his crotch when his eyes slowly opened and stared right at me. I was frozen, unable to move as those brown eyes studied me.

Heat flooded my cheeks the longer he stared at me—and the harder his cock got. It was difficult to tell how big he was since my hand was wrapped in a bandage, but he was definitely in the mood.

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