“Don’t go to sleep yet. There’s enough food for two people. Eat with me.”
I rest my head against the headboard and stare at her as she moves up the bed and sits beside me.
We take turns eating with one fork. I know there’s extra silverware in the bag, but I think Serenity wants to share this meal with me in this manner. I glance at the screen.
“Shit, Luca’s going to love this.”
Her eyes dart between me and the TV curiously. “What?”
“He told me if I bet the Jets would be up by three points in the fourth quarter, I’d be down bad, losing a lot of money.”
“And?” she arches a brow.
“I didn’t go through with the bet. “Luckily.”
She nods. “Good thing you listened.”
“Yeah, tomorrow afternoon I have to go into the betting hall and enter bets.”
“Why can’t you enter them on your laptop?” she asks.
“I didn’t pick up the info in advance. But that’s a good idea. I’ll create a coded system that allows bets to upload to the black web. That way I can enter the bets from anywhere in the world.”
A huge smile lifts her cheeks. “I’d like to help. That’s the least I can do. You know, after you rescued me tonight.”
I grip her chin. “I was able to rescue you because I have people who pay attention and report back to me. I can’t have anyone tasting what belongs to me.”
She tries to yank away but fails.
“You deserve a spanking for what you did. Letting him kiss you and touch you.”
“I don’t care how many men you have follow me. I’ll do what the fuck I want.”
“Princess, you do that and you’ll get a lot of men killed.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“Yup.” I release her and snatch a sliver of parmesan chicken out of the box.
About fifteen minutes later, Serenity has fallen asleep next to me, her head resting on my shoulder. I gently take the box from her hand and set it on the nightstand. Turning off the light, I tuck her head comfortably onto the pillow. I lie down beside her, turn toward her, and press my nose into her thick, wavy brown hair. My arm wraps around her waist, a touch too intimate, I know, but I don’t care. My eyes grow heavy as I savor the comfort of having her back in my bed, safe under my protection.
Hands ease up over my abs and over my hairy pecs.
“Wake up, Nico.” She peppers kisses on my neck.
“I need you to help me take back my power.”
My dick stirs first. Probably because she’s grinding her pussy on him. My boxers are gone. She must’ve removed them while I was asleep.
“Serenity, are you okay?” I mutter. My voice thick with sleep.
“Yes.”
My eyes flick open and widen. She’s done away with the shirt. Her perky melons stare at me. The TV light glows around her beautiful, curvy body.
“You’re wet.” My words come out more like an observation.
“Yes, I’m wet for you, Nico.”
