CHAPTER THIRTEEN
A few nights later, lying in their bed in the dark, she decided to push for more. He had connected her ankle to the bedpost, as he always did, while he went into the bathroom. A burst of light signaled his return. The light went off, the door closed, and then the bed moved.
In the darkness, there was no way for him to know she was still awake. Snatching her hand, he hauled her body to his as he turned onto his side, coiling her arm over his waist to flatten her hand on his torso.
“Why do you let me do it?” she whispered against the smooth skin at her lips.
“Do what?” he grumbled.
Dax enjoyed his sleep and when he decided it was time to rest, he didn’t like delays.
“You let me be me here, in this room, when we’re alone. Why don’t you tell Bruno I’m playing him?”
“You
