TWENTY-EIGHT
Mm. Good dream. Hands on her body, his mouth on her neck… Why couldn’t she feel his skin? His weight above her? The heat of them united… Dangnabit!
Opening her eyes, Roxie tried to free her arm, but the way he leaned pinned the covers down.
“Lola?” he said, sweeping her hair from her eyes.
She squinted through the darkness. “What? How did you get in here?”
“Clement gave me his key,” Zairn whispered. “He said something about passing the mantle.”
“Right, yeah, whatever,” she said, closing her eyes, seeking her cozy place. “Have s*x with me or go to sleep, stop waking me up.”
“Damn, you’re sexy,” he said on a snicker. “Can I bribe you onto a plane? I’ll have s*x with you there.”
“What plane?”
“The 737.”
“Your love nest.”
“Yep,” he said.
“That’s a good bed.”
“Happy me
