“You mean I get to make rules? Why wasn’t this mentioned earlier? Hmm?”
“Brat.” He grinned and checked his phone as it beeped. “He’s safe. He said he’ll be home in thirty minutes. Try to go back to sleep, baby.” He kissed the top of her head, holding her tight.
But she was still awake when Kellan walked into the room thirty minutes later and strode through to the bathroom, turning on the shower.
Right.
Time for her to interrupt his shower. She rolled carefully out of the bed.
“Go get him, tiger,” Eli murmured before letting out a soft snore.
She’d try.
She walked into the bathroom and saw Kellan standing under the spray with his hands on the wall of the shower.
Much like she had been to get her bottom spanked.
A blush filled her cheeks. She still couldn’t believe she’d done that.
She’d been spanked.
And, to be honest, she’d kind of liked it.
Not that she’d tell them that.
Sneaking up on him, she opened the shower door. “You should really be more aware of your surroundings. I could have a gun.”
“Butterfly, I heard you enter the room. You’re not as quiet as you like to think you are.”
Drat.
“What are you doing out of bed?” He turned and grabbed some shower gel, squirting it on his hand.
Suddenly, she realized she’d just walked in on him naked.
“Is it all right that I’m in here while you . . . while you . . .”
“Bathe?” he asked as he started washing himself.
Damn.
She really wouldn’t mind being the one that got to rub her hands all over him.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Of course I don’t mind. You can come join me if you want.”
“Actually, I need to talk to you. So I’ll wait.”
“You should be in bed,” he told her. “Asleep.”
“So should you.”
“I will be soon.” He rinsed off and stepped out. She took a step back, staring at a drip of water making its way down his chest, between his pecs.
Damn.
So hot.
