But…
Was he crazy?
“Are you crazy?” I asked.
He didn’t answer.
I took the note and the book and put them on my nightstand.
After which, I promptly returned to Battle.
And jumped him.
The room was dark.
Battle was asleep, head on my pillow, the one I was leaning up against. His arm was resting snug around my hips.
I had a little reading light shaped like a sloth that I was using to read Prue’s extraordinary book.
Battle was right.
The story had depth, also emotion, heat, humor.
And the illustrations were crazy-amazing.
However, I’d had two orgasms, so as much as I wanted to keep reading, I was losing it.
I didn’t want to miss anything.
I’d have to return to the book tomorrow.
I switched off the light and set it and the book aside.
I slouched down and turned into Battle’s embrace.
“It’s good, isn’t it?” he murmured sleepily.
“No, it’s exceptional.”
His arm got tighter around me.
I curled mine around him.
“’Night, love,” he said.
“’Night, baby,” I replied.
And we went to sleep.
CHAPTER 22
THE SPIES
“Up here, Vivienne,” Battle ordered hoarsely. “Now.”
His cock still deep in my mouth, I looked up his defined abs, over his perfectly-sprinkled-with-dark-hair pecs, his strong throat to his flushed face and dilated eyes and kept sucking him off.
I got in two more strokes with my mouth before his hands were under my arms, and he was hauling me up his body while he sat up.
