Page 85 of Beauty & Chaos


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“You like doing that, don’t you?” She purrs against my chest when she turns and smiles up at me.

“It’s my favorite new pastime,” I reply, then kiss her. “After licking your dripping wet pussy.”

She blushes, glances at the team around us, and climbs into the car with a shake of her head.

Well, she asked!

We hit the road, and it’s a quiet drive back toward Manhattan. The stereo is on low, the traffic light—for New York City—and I’m wondering if she’s feeling the same as I am.

“Thank you for coming away this weekend.” I lift her hand and kiss the back of it.

“It was amazing,” she whispers while my eyes remain on the road. “I feel very spoiled.”

Fuck, if she were really mine, I’d show her what being spoiled really looks like. I’d buy her everything she dreamed of. Make all her wishes come true.

Destroy armies to make sure she was safe.

What the fuck?

We creep closer to the Brooklyn Bridge, and an idea comes to me. I squeeze her hand. “Stay with me.”

“What?”

“Come home with me tonight and stay. For a few days. Fuck, a week.” I glance at her quickly.

“Trav.”

“Don’t overthink it. Say yes. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and have to deal with my erection alone.”

“Romantic.” She lets out a small laugh.

I grin and squeeze her hand again. “I mean it, Brook. I am not ready to say goodbye.”

I give her space to answer.

“I can’t leave Luna on her own.”

“Who the fuck is Luna?” I frown.

“My cat. My Ragdoll. You’ve met her.”

A Ragdoll? I don’t know what that is, but I glance back at her.Jesus, a cat. It won’t di—even I know if I voice that thought the answer will be a firm no.

“Fine. Bring the cat.”

“No, that’s almost moving in.”

“Trust me, it’s not. I’ll kick you out.” I shoot her a smile, then get my eyes back on the road. “Just stay a week. Next Sunday I’ll drop you home, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”

“We keep saying that,” she mumbles.

“Say yes, Brooklyn,” I order, my smile gone.

I am not taking no for an answer, and if she’s paid any attention to me since we met, she’ll know that by now.

She bites her lip, glances at me a few times, then nods.

“Okay.”