DamonShe was asleep when he heard the knock on the door. She was in her panties and his T-shirt, but she wore no bra. That was still on the floor from where she’d discarded it earlier. Damon was entirely naked, holding her on his lap and in his arms.
They were both still on the couch. For now.
At the sound of the rap there, though, Damon got up. He didn’t even have the time to throw his boxers on in his hurry; this could be an emergency. He turned to Valerie, putting a finger over his lips and telling her to wait there. But she was still asleep.
Fuck.
When he’d gone to Valerie and proposed a game of Snap, he hadn’t really thought about his gun or his phone. He looked to the coffee table, where he’d hurriedly stowed his phone and his pistol earlier. Where the f**k were his pants? He cou
