Page 154 of Indulge
“You owe me.” He glares at Rowan.
“Yeah, well, I look after Nyx enough. I’d say Sassy is less dangerous,” Rowan fires back, that teasing Irish lilt in his tone.
Reggie squeezes my hand and lets go, nodding for me to rescue our fluffy little scratching machine from the grumpy surgeon.
“Thank you,” I tell Finn, taking Sassy into my arms.
She curls in instantly, purring like she owns me.
“Missed you, pretty girl,” I whisper against her fur, the world softening for a second.
“You two assholes want a ride to Inferno?” Finn asks, pulling on his black coat.
“Yeah, give us two minutes,” Reggie says.
Once he’s gone, I set Sassy down in her bed and lean back on the kitchen counter, trying to ignore how quiet the house feels when it’s just the three of us.
“So, I found a new cookie recipe. I think this batch might be better than the last. I’m going more adventurous this time, five whole ingredients.” I bite back a smile.
Rowan’s tongue slides over his lower lip.
“Caramel drizzle?”
“Maybe. If you’re lucky.”
He wiggles his brows.
“Oh, I think I’ll get lucky tonight.” His grin is pure sin as he crosses the room, pulling me into a hug that steals my balance as he grabs my ass.
I cup his face; I love his smile. And the way his eyes light up when he looks at me.
“Well, it all depends on what time Lily is done planning my bachelorette party, rockstar.”
“Hmm… make it quick and I’ll let you have free rein over me,” He whispers.
My eyes go wide.
“Anything?”
He bites his lip, that wicked smile deepening.
“I’m gonna need a safe word with you, aren’t I?” he teases.
He lifts me up and sets me down on the counter.
“Yeah. Think of one while you’re in your meeting. Maybe… I’ll also let you do whatever you want to me, too.”
His hands tighten on my thighs, his breath getting faster.
“You’re making it really fuckin’ difficult for me not to get on my knees right this damn second, precious.”
I glance past his shoulder at Reggie, who’s leaning against the island, arms crossed, watching the exchange like it’s his favorite show.
“Irish, you are a watcher. I knew it.”
He shakes his head and walks towards us, stopping next to Rowan. His hand wraps gently around my throat, a command without words.
“I’m just watching while I imagine all the ways I can punish you later for trying to make me jealous, Princess.”
