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“And I still got my Jimmy Choos.”

“Which are very sexy, even if the only place to wear them around here is the bedroom.”

She kissed him back. “I do not see anything unfortunate about that.” Those Jimmy Choos had led to some amazing times in the bedroom.

“Speaking of which,” Switch said. “I’m sitting over here wondering how soon I can reasonably talk you off this roof and into the bedroom. So I can ravish you.”

“Mmm.” Breanna was a little drunk on bourbon and chocolate chips. “Let me think about that.” She put her glass down and pulled her shirt off over her head. “Maybe soon?” She unfastened her bra and put it around Switch’s neck.

He groaned. “What is the matter with you, woman? People can see!”

“They’re not looking at us.” Another firework exploded overhead.

“I don’t care,” Switch said. “I’m not mooning them. Some idiot is bound to have his phone out, taking video.”

Breanna giggled, but gathered up the food and followed him off the roof, giggling when he muttered about her flashing the crowd as he helped her climb down.

“What can I say. All you wolves and your bad influences have turned me into an unrepentant bad girl.”

More mutters.

They stopped when they got into the house, and he backed her up against the wall, cupping her boobs in his hands. “Now they’re all mine,” he said, growling.

“They’re always all yours.”

He bent his head and kissed them, sucking on her nipples, making heat wash over her. “You are so fucking sexy,” he murmured. He swept her up in his arms, and carried her into the bedroom.

As they passed the dresser, he said, “Switch loves Breanna.”

Three tiny robots responded to the voice command by going into a synchronized dance, all ending on one knee. Tiny screens in their chests lit up one after the other: S, a heart, B.

Breanna giggled. “That just doesn’t get old.”

“I hope it never does.”

“I love you back. Even more than my Jimmy Choos.”

“That’s a lot.”

“Yes, it is.”

Switch laid her on the bed and they began undressing each other, slow and leisurely, like they had all the time in the world. Which they did.

He kissed every inch of her skin, lavishing attention on all the places he knew drove her crazy. Finally he licked his way up her thighs, to the hot wet cleft between her legs, swirling his tongue and teasing her until she was gripping the sheets and moaning.

He brought her over the edge and then held her in his arms, hot and hard for her, but wanting her to be able to take her time, floating in the bliss. After a while she began running her hands over his skin.

Outside, there were more explosions, more pack howls. He smiled a little.

“How does it feel, being part of the pack?” she asked.

They’d had a ceremony a few days after they got back from the mission, where Switch pledged to Gunn and the pack, and became part of their bond. Breanna had been there, a look of awe on her face when she saw the bonding magic spread through the pack, encompassing him with bands of light.

“Good,” he answered her question. “It’s a little weird, but good.”

For the first time in his life, he had people at his back. Even Sanchez didn’t seem like quite so much of a dick.

Breanna ran her fingers up and down his arm, over his hip. She stroked his dick lightly, making him shiver. His wolf growled.