"Which are?"
Fu.ck me.
"Do we have to do this?" I grumbled.
"I'm prepared to fight you if I have to," Bexley replied casually.
I couldn't help the laughter that bubbled out of me.
"You're going to fight me?" I asked, amused as all hell. "In this little thing?" I pinched the fabric that was against her belly between my fingers. "You might excite me, and then we'll get distracted."
"Maybe that's the idea," she said.
My eyes narrowed on hers.
"You're prepared to seduce me, you mean," I said, a smile spreading across my face.
"I want answers," she replied, frowning at me. But I can see it. I can see the interest in her eyes. The eagerness for me to push her just a little further.
"And how badly do you want these answers?" I asked, my voice growing deeper as I stared into those blue
