“You know there’s already excellent security in the building,” I pointed out, still smiling.
He simply smirked, telling me he didn’t care. I playfully rolled my eyes, not actually opposed to a
security system. I just liked to challenge him sometimes so he didn’t forget I could.
“I’d thought about changing clothes before you got here, but once I ended up on the sofa, I couldn’t
make myself get up.” I peered down at the oversized, dirty T-shirt I’d worn all day.
“I’m glad you didn’t,” he mused, stepping closer.
When I met his stare, the simmering heat behind his eyes summoned a pool of liquid need deep in
my belly. “Oh yeah?” I asked, my voice going husky.
Bishop walked me backward until the counter was at my back, then placed his hands on either
side of me and brought his lips
