“I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to,” he retorts before adding, “but for fuck’s sake don’t do that again.”
I giggle and hook my leg over his, pressing my core against his hardening cock. “I won’t.”
“Promise me,” he pleads, his fingertips tracing over the bruise from the seat belt with a featherlight caress. “I can’t?—”
“I promise,” I tell him, cupping his jaw and kissing him slowly, the tension ebbing out of him as he rolls onto his back, bringing me on top of him. “What happens now?”
“Right now, I’m going to enjoy watching you ride me.”
“And the rest?”
“The rest can wait, Kitten. All that matters right now is you.”
38
TOM
“I’m not calling herAunt Kat,” Royce says as soon as the line picks up, his tone knowing and full of humor. I have to wonder if the guys talked about it while they were beating the crap out of each other in the ring or if he’s just that perceptive.
Or a combination of both.
“She’ssitting right here,” Kat says, the corner of her lips curving up as she raises one eyebrow at me.Fuck, she’s sexy.
And mine.
That notion has a balloon of warmth expanding in my chest. When you’re married to your job, there’s no chance of having anything else. But even this short time with Kat has shown me I want more.
So much more.
“Hey, Kat. So happy to have you joining us this morning,” Royce manages, and I can only imagine how badly he’s blushing over this interaction. “Also good to know I’m on speaker.”
“I’m happy to be here,” she tells him, “and don’t worry, I won’t hold it against you.” She teases but there’s no recovering for my socially awkward nephew right now. He’s going to be thinking about this conversation for the rest of the day.
“Anyone else joining this call?” I ask, changing the subject and getting us back on task.
“Grimm might pop on later but they’re all out chasing things down,” he says, the tapping of keys echoing as he speaks. “First, in all seriousness, Kat. How are you feeling?”
“Sore.” Her gaze slides to me and her cheeks heat. “But it’s manageable.”
“Good.”
I have to wonder how much of that soreness is from the incident yesterday and how much is because I couldn’t keep my dick to myself last night and this morning. I realize I probably should have asked, but I’d taken a morehands-onapproach and she didn’t seem to mind.
“Have you located the kid yet?” I ask, needing to get myself back in the game. I can’t let Kat’s presence consume me, no matter how badly I want it to.
Maybe I can convince her to take a real vacation after all this is done.
“What kid?” she asks, but I wave her off and mouthwaitbecause, hopefully, Royce will have something for us.
“Nothing yet. Ozzy is out trying to track him down.”
“What about Dahlia?” she asks and I want to kick myself for not thinking to tell her sooner, especially after what she shared yesterday.
Was it only just yesterday?
I feel like a lifetime has passed since then, the best and worst moments happening in the blink of an eye.
“She has been officially cleared although I am still trying to figure out who is still impersonating her on social media.”
