Page 41 of Sky’s Edge

I was a girl on the go.

It was nice to just…be.

I experienced a major blip when Tanyn emerged from the bathroom in nothing but a pair of navy pajama pants, his wide, ripped, tanned, hairless chest on display, and maybe (definitely) my mouth watered a bit (okay, way more than a bit).

But I’d scurried into the bathroom.

And now was now.

I was about to meet him in bed.

We were about to have sex.

And I had to suck at it.

I couldn’t say every demon was great in the sack.

What I could say was, we were hot-blooded and lusty, so it was rare, and from all reports, I was not part of that exception.

How was I going to suck in bed when, okay, I had to face it, I wanted to have sex with the male in it?

I was just going to have to figure a way to do it.

I had no choice.

This was a crucial part of my plan and becoming more crucial with every moment I spent with him, seeing as it seemed nothing put him off.

I took a fortifying breath, headed out, turning the light off as I did so.

Hurley, who was lying on the floor beside Tanyn, lifted his head and sent a smiley pant my way.

Tanyn was in bed, covers up to his waist, tapping on a tablet hovering in front of him.

He didn’t even look at me in my slinky nightgown.

I wandered to the other side of the bed, pulled the covers back and climbed in, settling for the first time beside my fiancé.

He again didn’t so much as glance at me.

He said, still tapping the tablet, “I need to review these and send them off so my team can deal with them tomorrow. Can you sleep with the light on?”

I could not.

“No.”

Only then did he turn to me. “Do you have a night mask?”

I shook my head.

“Right,” he murmured, threw the covers back, went to the closet, came out wearing another sweater and some socks on his feet, and he whistled to Hurley as he started to the door.

Uh.

Wait.

What was happening?

“I’ll be careful not to wake you when I return,” he said.