Or rather who.
“Did Hank leave?” he asked, not looking happy.
“I’m in here, boss,” the older man called from the kitchen. “Mads said you were on your way home, so I figured I’d give you some privacy. I was standing in the entryway when you came in. I don’t know how you didn’t notice me. I’m not a little guy.”
“This is the first time you’ve met the man, and you already said he can call you Mads?” Easton grumbled, looking surprisingly sullen.
“He’s the opposite of a tyrant.”
Tripp wrapped an arm around me and led me from the house while Hank trailed behind, leaving the couple to bicker.
I was anxious to get into the car and get the story from Tripp, but it was nowhere to be seen.
He pointed to the Rolls-Royce. “I’m going to need you more often, Hank. Especially when Greer is with me.”
Hank nodded. “You’re finally listening to reason.”
Uh-oh, maybe it didn’t go so well…
Tripp didn’t tell me a single thing the whole never-ending car ride home. Instead, he asked what we ate. What we drank. What movies we watched. As if any of that was more exciting than whatever he’d done.
When we finally pulled into the long driveway and through the new extra-secure gate, I was ready to leap from the car, but Tripp stopped me until after Hank checked that everything was okay.
Double uh-oh.
That seemed to take centuries, too, but once Tripp and I were finally alone in the house, I turned to him to demand answers.
Well, that was my intent, at least.
Instead, he cupped the back of my head and kissed me until I nearly forgot about the millions of questions I needed answers to.
But I was me, so I remembered.
Eventually.
After a little more kissing.
I pushed away, putting some distance between us. “I want to hear about everything.”
“Can we talk in bed?”
“Yes.”
“Can we talk while I’m deep inside your sweet pussy?”
“We both know that’s not possible.”
“While you’re naked but before I’m deep inside your sweet pussy?” he compromised.
“Deal.”
We rushed through our nighttime routines—likely forverydifferent reasons—before I came into the bedroom to find him not fulfilling his end of the bargain.
“You’re wearing clothes,” I pointed out.
“That wasn’t part of the arrangement. I said you’re naked. If we’re both naked, no talking will get done.”
“True.” I might’ve been desperately nosy, but I still undressed slowly to enjoy his eyes on my every move. When I was naked, I didn’t climb in on my side.
