Page 20 of Wicked Little Thief

She doesn’t want to stay?

His pride thought about rearing its ugly head, but he tamped it down.

“Of course, I do.”

He almost added she was in no condition to drive but didn’t want her to think that was the only reason he wanted her to stay.

She remained still, so he added, “I want to hold you tonight.”

A slow smile spread across her face, and she finally took his hand, quipping, “I didn’t peg you for a cuddler,” as he helped her up.

He gave her ass a light smack. “I think I might surprise you, little bee.”

She gestured in front of her. “Lead the way.”

“Hell no, baby. I’ll tell you the way, but I’m going to enjoy the view from behind.”

He loved how she strutted up the stairs as he directed her to his bedroom. Her body was banging, and she knew it. Her confidence was so fucking hot. Just like everything else about her.

Utah pulled the bed covers back and slid between the sheets while he retreated to the en suite bathroom.

“I’m going to let Phoebe out,” he explained when she raised her eyebrows when he walked out of the bathroom wearing his navy-blue terrycloth robe.

She moved to sit up. “Oh, I can help you…”

Liam sat down on the bed next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. “I’ve got it. Stay in bed where it’s warm and cozy. I’ll be right back.”

Her drowsy smile as she burrowed under the covers had him hurrying back. He couldn’t wait to hold her in his arms again.

Chapter Six

Utah

Who is this guy?

Her little sapiosexual heart was all aflutter. Nerdy, hot, considerate, and the best sex she’d ever had?

Sign her up.

Still, she couldn’t help but be suspicious. He was too good to be true. How was a man like him not already taken?

Yet, she’d believed him when he’d said he wasn’t attached.

Was the reason he was single really as simple as he worked too much to be in a relationship?

She might have to make a trip to the library to use their computers and do a little investigating of Mr. Liam McDonnell.

He and Phoebe appeared in the doorway of his bedroom, and he directed Phoebe to dog bed number three he’d purchased earlier. Utah loved that he’d put it in his bedroom.

She also appreciated that the pup had slept through their sexscapades in the family room. It would have been awkward to look over and see the spaniel’s big brown eyes watching her as Liam did wickedly delicious things to her body. Or worse, get goosed by a cold, wet dog nose.

Phoebe got into her bed without having to be told twice. This time though instead of rolling around on it, she did three spins and settled in.

“She’s such a good girl,” Liam said as he untied his robe and threw it on a chair in the corner of the room, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. “She seems potty trained—I asked her if she wanted to go outside, and she went straight to the door. Once I let her out, she did her business and came right back inside.”

“She is a good girl. Her file says she’s potty trained. She didn’t have any accidents at my apartment last night.”

“She seems wicked smart, too. I bet if I put her in obedience classes, she’d pick up the commands in no time.”

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