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“Nice about what?” Mathis’s deep voice comes from behind me.
I spin to face him, and my heart flips in my chest. Even exhausted, he looks fucking fantastic.
He comes directly to me, takes my forearm and lifts it, inspects the fading bruises on my wrist, and kisses them gently. Then he places my hand on his shoulder and circles his arm around me, making sure to skim my breast as he goes. His blue eyes begin to glimmer, and I bite my lip, pressing into him.
“Missed you.” He drops his head to mine, kissing the tip of my nose.
“You saw me an hour ago.”
“That’s not what I meant.” His hand cups my ass to prove his point.
I forget all about Bizzy and Grace and lift up to meet his lips, stilling when there’s a collective exhale behind us.
“Sexual endorphins.” Bizzy sighs.
“The boob swipe was hot,” Grace adds.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath and then twirl. “It was actually a nipple swipe,” I correct them.
Mathis’s mouth goes to my neck, and he nips gently before sucking it softly, not caring about our audience. Their eyes bulge at his newly profound display of affection.
“Are those marks from the handcuffs?” Grace points to my wrist.
“Yes.”
“They don’t do that to me. They’re supposed to be soft.”
“They probably are, but not when you fight like a wildcat for two days to get out of them,” Mathis informs her.
“Oh, I didn’t know that. I never fight to get out of them.” Her face turns a shade of pink.
“I want handcuffs,” Bizzy declares.
“All my extras went to Mathis. We can order you some,” Grace answers.
“I need pointers.” She bounces excitedly.
“Jesus, shut this down,” Mathis says into my skin.
“Nope, you asked for it. Deal with it.”
“Bizzy, where’s your phone?” He changes the subject.
“In the car.”
“Shaw’s looking for you. Says it’s time to come home. His graciousness of sharing you is over.”
“I haven’t been gone long.”
“He says it’s my fault you were gone three nights this week, and he’s pretty insistent.”
“Oh, all right.” She pouts.
“Biz, the fun’s not over. I need you to take Claire to my place. We’re sharing a car, and I have to stay for a mountain load of charts and paperwork.”
I tense, my neck snapping to the side.
“I’ll be home soon,” he assures me.
