“So…you’re saying that you want sex for free instead,” he countered, amused.
I laughed softly.
“I guess you could technically put it like that, yeah.”
Nitro’s gaze roamed over my face, studying me for several long seconds. My hair was probably a mess, my curls matted and frizzy from so much activity. And I could feel my mascara had smudged around my eyes after my bath.
He looped an arm around my waist, gripping my ass in his meaty palm. Pulling my hips against his.
“I could keep my job if I married you,” he said.
I sputtered a laugh of disbelief.
“We just met this week. There’s no way you’re thinking about marriage already.”
Nitro fixed me with a steady look.
“It might surprise you what goes through my mind when I think about you.”
His soft cock twitched against my thigh. A pleased blush crept into my cheeks. I reached between us and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, twirling my thumb over the head of his cock.
“I bet I could take a wild guess.”
Nitro rolled me onto my back, pinning my wrists to the mattress. I grinned up at him.
“See? Didn’t take a genius to figure that out.”
“Keep mouthing off, angel, and I’ll have you screaming my name so loud that the neighbors can hear you.”
I danced my fingertips over his torso with eagerness.
“Promises, promises. Let’s see some action.”
His eyes darkened and he yanked me down the mattress with one smooth motion. I yelped in surprise, laughing. Then my laughter faded into a moan when his fingers met my oversensitive, throbbing clit.
There was no way I could come for athird time.
But Nitro proved me wrong.
Chapter eight
Nitro
Riley was dead asleep in my arms. My fingertips wandered in idle circles on her bare back while she rested her head on my chest.
We just met this week. There’s no way you’re thinking about marriage already.
If only she knew what flooded my mind when it came to her. Having her as my wife. Carrying our baby. Filling a house with kids. Growing old alongside her and watching the laugh lines form around her sparkling eyes. Celebrating every Christmas together for the rest of our lives.
My phone rang, muffled somewhere from the floor. I grumbled under my breath and carefully extricated myself from Riley. Searching for my pants, I grabbed them and rummaged around in my pockets until I found my phone.
“Got that info you wanted,” Trooper said.
I glanced back at Riley’s sleeping form as I slipped into the bathroom and shut the door. Wedging the phone against my shoulder, I tugged on my pants.
“I’m listening. Give me everything you have.”
“Chett Kramer has a history of assault and battery on several other women, but they did not press charges.”
