“Did you ask her?”
Turning to face him, it takes me a beat to figure out this is not just about his desire to protect me. Dean’s used to figuring out everything before any of us can, and not being able to figure Summer out bothers him.
“She told me more than enough. The rest, she’ll need time to be able to share. Don’t worry! I might not be as perceptive as you are, but I don’t need to be to know that no matter her past, her present is mine.”
“Sorry again about the mix-up. I have no idea what happened,” Carter interrupts.
“All’s good,” I assure him before heading for the desk.
The rest of the day goes by making sure everything’s in order for tomorrow evening. So far, we’re doing great, but we have to be smart, start running things through the New York gallery and add the ones in Boston and Chicago.
We have to pick up speed to get out from under Mason’s thumb, though he’ll strive to never allow that. I have full knowledge of his dealings, even the ones involving the government, so I’ll find a way to use that as leverage if need be.
When the night comes, there’s nothing I crave more than getting to Summer.
“Honey, I’m home,” I shout, letting her know it’s me breaking into her room again, in case she decides to surprise an intruder with a bat.
“In the bathroom. Give me a minute.”
Taking my jacket off, I throw it on the desk chair when the bathroom door opens.
An absolute fuckin’ vision greets me in a gorgeous short dark teal dress, with lace overlay and a silk sash around her waist, falling freely in two wide pieces to the ground.
“Like it?” she asks, twirling to show off the dress.
How the fuck could she afford this obviously expensive dress when she hasn’t used my card? Did she really steal it? Knowing her, I wouldn’t be surprised.
“You’re a goddess!”
“I have another option in case you don’t like this one.”
So she stole not one, but two?
“No. I love it! You’re stunning!” I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her into a kiss.
She sucks on my tongue, and my brain short-circuits, while my dick is fighting to tear through my jeans to get to her.
My hands are itching to get more, to have all of her, and I reach for the dress’s zipper, pulling it down slowly. I told her she’s a goddess, and I meant it. Now I plan on showing her how she deserves to be worshiped.
“What’s this?” Summer’s question pushes the brakes of the swarm of lust and desire occupying my mind when her hand finds my back pocket, where the EpiPens are currently residing. “Toys?” She wiggles her eyebrows suggestively.
“Do you think I walk around carrying dildos in my back pocket?”
She shrugs.
“Killdos, maybe?”
“What?”
“You know, a knife with a dildo handle.”
I don’t know whether it’s my eyelid or my brain that’s twitching harder. Shaking off the new information I’ve become privy to, I try to focus on the non-killdos in my back pocket.
“Where’s your bag?” I say while taking out one of the EpiPens,looking around until I spot her crossbody bag hanging next to the door. “From now on...” I start as I let go of her and march for the bag, taking it and heading back to where Summer stays unmoving. “I want you to always carry one of these with you.Always!Do you understand?” I open her bag to place the EpiPen inside.
Oh, look at that! Birth control pills. Good to know.
“Atlas—”
