She liked that a lot. “Sounds good. And hey, on the bright side, at least Riley can finally get laid again.”
“Um, not to brag or anything, but the Black cousins are hell on wheels between the sheets. You should see the list of women begging to get back into his black book.”
“That’s a good thing?”
“He’s good in bed. He’s stable, financially and emotionally. He’s loyal to the bone. It’s just his attitude we need to work around.”
Maya had made up her mind. “Fine. But I’m only doing this for Riley. Who, for the record, will never bake us anything again if she finds out we’re conspiring to set her up with her arch nemesis.”
“Hey, I don’t plan on screwing up a good thing. Think she’d bake us another batch of sticky rolls if I tell her how terrible Anson is for moving right next to her shop?”
“Totally. Let’s get dressed.”
He stopped her with another hug. “Let’s not. We still have a few positions I haven’t been able to try with you yet. And we have this big old bed and these perfectly fashioned cuffs…”
Maya laughed. “You’re on, Boy Scout. Now why don’t you help this little old lady to the edge of the bed. She needs help finding something long and thick to ride.”
“Save a horse, ride a Marine?”
“Ooo fucking rah.”
He laughed. “I love you.”
