CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
They’d spent far longer naked than they should have. Not by her standard, but probably by Bruno’s. Good thing Dax overruled Bruno. There at the beach house anyway, she didn’t know about their day jobs.
Being with Dax felt real. She wanted to stay in their private shelter for as long as possible. After s*x, they’d showered—and had more s*x—then he’d carried her to their bed, laid her down, and told her to wait while he went into the closet.
“If you hate the shirt I picked out, I will iron another for you,” she called out, wondering why he’d left her there.
A few seconds later, he came out and tossed a ball of material at her. “Put that on.”
Unwinding the blue fabric that was almost the color of his eyes, she discovered it was a short, backless, cowl neck dress that wo
