Blake lay beside Liv in the tangled sheets, the immediate relief of their new agreement warring with the deep, aching certainty that he was lying to himself. He accepted the deal—friends with benefits, just casual f*****g—because it meant he could still have her. He'd rather have the occasional, desperate taste of her body than nothing at all.
Liv groaned, shifting in pain. “I’m not sure what hurts more, my head or my p***y. You did a number on both, Copper.”
Blake chuckled, his voice rough. He leaned over, brushing his lips against her forehead. “I’ll see if D has anything for the headache. And as for the other injury, you were begging for it, sweetheart.”
He leaned in further and kissed her softly on the lips. The touch was gentle, a small act of tenderness.
Liv inhaled sharply, the
