Page 90 of Double the Redemption

Ink winced. “Shit. Right, gotta learn to watch that.”

“You’ll be the one getting a spanking if you don’t,” she warned, then slapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening.

Ink’s grin was downright wicked. Full of dark promises that made her heart pound. “Promise?” he purred.

“I have a great paddle for you, sugar,” Taz offered. “The right amount of smacking pain and you’ll have him in the palm of your hand in no time.”

She wanted a hole to open and swallow her inside. She was getting far too comfortable around here. Who was this woman saying things like that? One night of great sex and now she was officially losing her mind.

Before she could say anything, Ink spun her around, lifted her into his arms, and pressed his mouth firmly to hers. The kiss wasn’t overly passionate, but it was a promise of what was coming her way very soon.

She didn’t know whether she was terrified or excited. Probably a little of both.

Setting her back down on her feet, he winked at her, spun her back toward the stove, and whistled as he headed for the bathroom. She let out a shuddering breath and forced herself to pay attention so she didn’t burn their breakfast.

“Girl, you got it bad.” Taz laughed. His grin was wide, even as Asher dripped syrup all over his shirt. “Looks like you had a great night.”

“Shut up,” she groaned. “Asher, be careful, huh? You’re getting Taz all messy.”

“That’s alright. I’ve got more clothes.” He gave her a charming smile. “Though, I’m definitely ready for my own, and I’ll try not to be too messy.”

She really needed to stop using the word messy. It had her thinking about the dirty talk Ink had whispered to her last night. Having an eidetic memory wasn’t always a good thing. Especially when the man who could make her feel a hell of a lot better was only a few feet away, wet and naked in the shower.

Forcing herself to get a grip, she served breakfast and put a stack in the oven to keep warm for Ink. Sitting at the table, she dug into her own food and ignored Taz’s knowing look.

“You must have had a busy night if you’re this hungry, babe,” he teased.

“I swear to God, I’ll hold you down and let him tattoo whatever he wants on your face,” she warned him.

Unafraid, Taz laughed and shoveled more food in his mouth.

When Ink finally emerged, she got up to grab his plate. He took it, with another kiss to her mouth and a wink before sitting at the table.

“Kiss Mama?” Asher asked. Naomi turned, thinking maybe he was asking for a kiss too, but instead, she found him looking at Ink.

She held her breath, unsure what Ink would say.

“That’s right, I kissed your mama. She’s pretty, and I like to kiss her.”

Asher slowly nodded, and she let out a soft breath. “Mama, pwetty,” he agreed. Then he went back to finishing his pancake.

“Crisis averted,” Taz cheered. “Now you two can smooch all the time, and all is good. Though, maybe next time, close the blinds …” He ducked and swerved as Ink reached out to smack him in the back of the head, careful to avoid Asher.

Before long, Karissa and Glitch walked through the door, ready to take over for Taz, and they took one look at her and exchanged knowing grins.

“Pay up,” Glitch singsonged, holding out her hand to Karissa.

Karissa grumbled, “One more day, babe. You had to hold out for one more day.”

“You were betting on …” She couldn’t even finish it, too shocked.

“They bet on everything.” Taz laughed, rolling his eyes. “I lost out because I was sure your first time would be yesterday morning, but you have better control than I expected. And if I had to lose, then Glitch was my next best thing.”

“Is that why you encouraged me to go to his room?” she demanded, unsure if she was annoyed at that or amused.

His grin was answer enough.

“See why we tie him up and gag him so often?” Karissa said. “Next time, do you want us to add you to the list to join?”