Page 109 of Forbidden Wish
“What was I supposed to do?” He gulped down half a bottle of juice. “Carry you out?”
“Wake me up! What did Ford say?”
“Haven’t seen him yet.”
Leaning in, he put the bottle down on the counter, forcing her to back up against it.
“Is he here?” she asked, her arms dropping to her sides.
“Haven’t checked his room.” Untucking her towel, he started to open it. “I’m not that kind of boss.”
She grabbed the edges of her towel. “What are you doing?”
“I’m twitchy about last night.”
“The Carlyle?”
Stooping, he nuzzled her hair. “You spending the night in my bed.”
“You invited me.”
When his hand found its way beneath her towel, she kept hold of the material, but let him fondle.
“I should’ve violated you,” he mumbled.
She laughed. “I don’t think it’s a violation when I’m willing.”
Dipping lower, he kissed the side of her neck. “Want to be willing right here?”
“Jagg,” she said on a laugh, sort of pushing and pulling him at the same time. “We don’t know if Ford’s home.”
“He is.”
Her brother’s deadpan voice drew their attention.
“Fuck, man. You’re worse than a McDade. Wear a bell, why don’t you?”
“To give you time to take it out my sister and put it back in your pants?” he asked and wandered over. “Is there coffee?”
Jagg glanced back. “Maybe.”
She tucked in her towel again and pushed at Jagg while Ford poured coffee into a mug. Someone had to say something. Their actions, what he’d caught them doing, couldn’t just be left without answer or explanation.
He’d referenced them sleeping together, so obviously he got that—
“Ditzy Daisy is coming in later,” Jagg said.
“Oh, yeah?” Ford drank some coffee as he propped himself in the vee of the units. “Big job?”
“Could be,” Jagg said. “I told her you’d fill her in later.”
“She still in the Firebird?”
“Yeah, the fucking beauty.”
“You going to take another swing at buying it?”
“Maybe up the bid,” Jagg said, “sweeten the—”
