SIXTEEN
“Okay, what seems to be the trouble?” Trick asked as he sauntered away from the closed bedroom door.
Man, this was going to be tough. How did he play this cool when really all he wanted to do was open his mouth and yell? On a scale of one to ten, one being utter humiliation and disaster, and ten being every guy’s ultimate fantasy, telling Lyla he loved her had come in at about a fifteen.
Sex.
They’d had s*x!
Never in his wildest dreams would he have guessed that she’d trust him enough to let him take her like that. Now that she had, he wasn’t going to do anything to mess this up. No way. But that shouldn’t be hard. His d**k wasn’t going to go sniffing anywhere else and they spent every minute they weren’t working together anyway.
No. He was going to be the perfect husband, wh
