Chapter 9: US Marshal Ken Sullivan
I put my boxers back on while we ate. The food was average. Room service was often an overpriced gamble. I didn’t really care that the food wasn’t stellar, because having dinner with Michael made up for it. I set the big tray back out in the hallway when we’d done.
He sat leaned back on the headboard as I came back across the room. He’d put his suit slacks back on to answer the door earlier, and I knew very well he had on nothing underneath them. I crawled up the length of the bed and nuzzled my face against his crotch. “You might want to ditch the pants if you don’t want a mess.” The way the smile quirked his mouth fascinated me.
“You’re good at inspiring a mess aren’t you?”
“With you anyway.” I trailed a finger down his fly.
He stood and took off h
