Page 179 of Things We Hide from the Light
Me: Yes. Unless you’re planning to get us arrested on our first date.
Lina: *sigh* How quickly the thrill fades. What next? Game night?
My exhausted cock flexed behind my zipper. Twelve hours ago, my main concern had been whether I could perform at all. Now I had to worry about overuse.
Me: I can think of a few games I’d like to play with you.
Lina: Since you’re taking me to dinner instead of fucking me senseless, I can only assume you mean charades or checkers.
Me: Be ready at 7. Wear something that makes it hard for me to stop thinking about what you’ve got on underneath.
With that business taken care of, I moved on to the next item on my list.
“I knew it!”
Busted. Sloane stood in the doorway of the library break room, arms crossed and a triumphant grin on her pretty face. She was wearing a different pair of glasses today. These had bright blue tortoise-shell frames.
Piper retreated behind my back, unsure of what to do with the gloating woman blocking the exit.
“Knew what?” I asked, giving the sage-green paint a stir. The dent in the wall was going to need more than a coat of paint, but until I patched the drywall, paint would at least make it less noticeable.
“You, Chief Morgan, scuffed my wall with table sex!”
I shot her an irritated look. “Jesus, Sloane. Keep your voice down. This is a library.”
She closed the door and then regained her victorious stance. “Iknewthere was something up with you two last night. My sex radar never fails!”
“Lina didn’t…mention anything?” I asked casually.
Sloane took pity on me. “Didn’t have to. She left here walking funny and looking all dazed and feverish. Even without my glasses, I could tell.”
I turned my attention back to the gouge in the wall so she wouldn’t see my manly pride on display. “Maybe she had a stomach bug.”
“You think I don’t know the difference between a woman leveled by an orgasm and one trying to keep her dinner down? I know what I saw. Then you tore out of here not thirty seconds later looking all sweaty and hungry—and not in the food way, mind you. You looked like you were about to devour something…or someone.”
“Maybe I had the stomach bug too.”
“I say this with love. Bullshit.”
“I had official police business.”
Sloane tapped a finger to her chin. “Hmm. Since when is getting naked considered official police business?”
I jabbed the brush into the paint, then slapped it against the wall. Maybe if I ignored her, she’d go away.
“You rattle her,” Sloane said behind me.
I stopped painting and turned to look at her. “What?”
“Lina. You rattle her. It takes a lot to do that.”
“Yeah, well, the feeling’s mutual.”
Her smile was bright and smug. “I can see that.”
Hoping the conversation was over, I turned my attention back to the wall.
“It’s good to have you back, Nash,” Sloane said softly.
