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“I’m telling you. His work is one thing. When he was with her or me, he turned into a big teddy bear. I guess opposites attract.”
The song changes to “Dreams” by Fleetwood Mac. I pick Kat up in my arms, and she wraps her beautiful legs around my waist. We kiss slowly. And dance. And have more wine later. And talk for hours. I’ve never been romantic, but that changed when this wild thing stormed into my life and took my heart prisoner.
The next day we sleep in almost until noon.
My phone beeps annoyingly several times in a row—Marlow. I hesitate for a moment before I finally pick up.
“I’m off today,” I say, peeling a strand of Kat’s hair off my neck as she rubs her face on my chest and sleepily looks up.
“Just thought you’d want to hear an update about Cunningham,” he says.
“I don’t want to hear about Cunningham today,” I say.
But Kat is wide awake in a second, wiggling her fingers and asking for my phone, so I reluctantly put Marlow on speaker.
“Spill. Fast,” I say.
“A team did a sweep across Ayana. Nothing suspicious. They checked all the empty bungalows and villas. The resort in on twenty-four-seven surveillance. They went through town. Nothing. Raven talked to Butcher. Nothing, obviously. A landscaping truck exited Ayana the night of Cunningham’s escape. He could’ve been in it, but the owners didn’t crack. That’s the only way. Unless he swam around half of the island, which is impossible.”
“Right.” I couldn’t care less, but Kat seems satisfied with being kept in the loop.
“Coffee?” I ask her when the conversation is over.
I put on my boxers and pad to the kitchen, noticing pieces of our clothes on the floor from yesterday.
The espresso machine is the only kitchen appliance I’m good with. Thank God for Slate who delivered the food this morning and left it in the fridge.
I make a cup for myself and am making one for Kat when I hear her voice.
“Arch! This is an emergency!”
Her voice from the bedroom is slightly whiny. But I know that overtone—she’s horny.
Smiling, I walk in that direction and lean on the doorframe with a coffee in my hand.
My smile grows into a grin. The emergency is my kitten, splayed on the sheets naked, her little paw between her legs.
“Can you take care of this?” She’s so shamelessly sexed-up in all her lustful greedy glory.
She’s my favorite emergency. My favorite girl. My favorite human. Andthisis my favorite job.
I push off the doorway and slowly walk up to the bed, taking sips of coffee and admiring the view.
“Kitten, you started the party without me. Show me what you want me to take care of.”
Locking her gaze with mine, she drags her hands from her hips up, along her torso, over her full breasts that beg to be kissed, then back down.
“All of it, huh?”
Another sip of coffee doesn’t keep me or my cock from getting all wound up.
“I got the sheets wet,” she purrs, arching, seducing me with the sight of her body.
“Our sheets should be soaked.” I set the coffee cup on the nightstand and slide next to her. “Your handyman is right here.”
She crawls on top of me, warm and naked, licking coffee out of my mouth with her needy tongue.
My hand glides along her body, her hips, then cups her ass. Gently, I slide one of my fingers to her back entrance.
