Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 232(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Or maybe it was his clean scent. Or his bulging muscles. Dark brown hair. Strong jaw. Big dick I knew he was packing. The dick. Focus on the dick!
“Don’t insult a SEAL. Your alarm is good, but I’m better.”
I looked his way and rolled my eyes.
“Don’t see many family pictures on the fridge or mantel,” he commented.
“It’s just me,” I replied. Wasn’t he here for sex, not personal questions?
“Sorry to hear your parents are dead,” he said.
The softness of his voice had my gaze lifting to meet his. “They’re not dead.”
He blinked and opened his mouth, probably to ask the one thing I would never get into with him. The topic I didn’t discuss with anyone. I remembered the article I’d read about my dad and how he was probably headed this way. I frowned.
“You’re here for sex, right?” I pulled my gun from my holster and tucked it into the safe–along with any thoughts about my father–then shut it and put it away in the cabinet. I’d learned how to keep my emotions in check when I was seventeen. It was safer that way with everyone, but I had a feeling if Hayes started poking around, he’d find what he was looking for. Better to play indifferent than anything else. Forgettable.
It was easier to keep him away than to let him in and have him walk away. Because he would once he learned the truth.
Everyone walked away from me. It was better that I did it first.
“You’re in a foul mood,” he pointed out. “I know what can fix that.”
“I know. A few orgasms.” I tugged the bottom of my uniform shirt from the pants. I wasn’t as into fashion as my mom had been, but even I knew brown was not a good color on any woman. Especially in polyester.
“Those, definitely. I was talking about something else.”
I arched a brow as I worked the buttons open. Hayes’ eyes followed my action very closely. My bulletproof vest and undershirt appeared and were far from sexy.
“Control, baby doll. Hand it over.”
I shrugged off the shirt and tossed it on the kitchen table. Next, I worked the velcro straps on my vest then added it to the pile. A sigh escaped with the heft of it gone.
“What are you talking about?”
“How many calls did you go on today?”
I shrugged then stared at the ceiling to think. “A domestic, served papers, an auto assist and one arrest.”
“Besides the slugger from earlier?”
“No. He’s the arrest for the day.”
“You must be tired. Your brain must be tired.”
Turning to the fridge, I opened the door and snagged a beer. Holding it up, I asked without words if he wanted one. He shook his head.
I shut the door, popped the top, and took a healthy swig.
“My brain’s fine.”
His brown-eyed gaze circled my face again. “Sure is. If I told you to go take a shower, what would happen?”
“I’d tell you I was going to do that anyway.”
He pushed off the counter where he’d been leaning and closed the space between us. To keep meeting his gaze, I had to tip my head back. He took the beer from my fingers. “Go shower like a good girl, and I’ll give you a reward.”
If he didn’t look so damn sexy with his lips quirked and his piercing gaze, I might have punched him in the jaw for the good girl comment alone, much less for ordering me about.
It seemed Hayes had a bit of a kink. He wanted to call me baby doll and good girl. Ha. I was so far from being his good girl, it was laughable.
That didn’t dampen my interest in him, though. Oddly, it heightened it. I might not be the girl he thought I was, but that wasn’t going to stop me from enjoying the ride.
Literally.
Full of snark, I replied, “A reward? Like candy? Something to suck on and lick, maybe?”
He took me by the shoulders, spun me to face the living room, and gave my ass a little swat. “Like me joining you in the shower to suck on and lick your pussy.”
Oh. I stumbled envisioning him on his knees and doing just that. My panties dampened.
“I’m going,” I said. “Not because you told me to but because I do want that reward.”
I heard his laugh and footsteps follow as I entered my bathroom. “I thought you might. If someone needs to have her pussy licked, it’s you, Megan Hager.”
I flipped on the spray, set the temperature, then turned to face him. He was in the open doorway, his head almost reaching the top of the frame. Hot. This guy was definitely the hottest I’d had. Everything about him was hot–even the bossy, over-protective alpha male bit. Maybe especially that part.
“What are you insinuating? That I’m wound up? That I’m uptight? I’ll have you know Dan’s wife isn’t calling him any of those things after a long shift.”