Page 101 of Wanted

“I know how we can celebrate.” I tip my head back.

His fingers twitch against my hips. “How’s that?”

“I want to sit in your lap while you feed me breakfast.”

Jude’s chin dips into his neck. “That’s all?”

“Naked. And I want you inside me while you do it.”

“You can’t talk to a man like that when he’s working, Frankie. It’s not easy to get shit done when your dick is hard.”

I laugh and kiss the center of his chest. One glance down reveals the bulk at the front of his jeans. My fingers slip between us and toy with the bronze button. “You could take a break.”

He lets his head fall back between his shoulders. “You’re going to kill me.”

The crunch of tires along gravel alerts us to potential onlookers. I tense to pull away, but Jude holds me in place. Goose bumps break out along my exposed arms at the statement he’s decided to make.

A black SUV stops to unlock the gate before pulling through and continuing up the drive.

“That’ll be the boys.”

“You’ll have to be more specific.”

“Lee, Corjan, and Aiden.”

“No Jack?”

All of Jude’s siblings are sweet, but the way Jack whisked me off to his motel without asking questions softened my heart to him the most.

“He has to cover the motel. And I don’t think he likes being far from Whitney and the kids.”

“I can understand that.”

“I don’t like being away from you either, which is why Aiden is here to hang with you.”

“I can’t come with?”

“It’s too dangerous, and there’s not enough room. The quicker we can get those dogs and get out, the faster I can get back to you.”

Three doors slam as the brothers exit and make their way over.

“Some employee I am. I’m starting to think I’m not actually working for you at all.”

“Just catching on, are you?”

“Jude!” I playfully slap his chest. “Seriously?”

“Dead serious. I don’t fuck my coworkers, baby, so you are officially fired.”

“I suppose I’ll just have to get my things and move out.”

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He dips his head and brushes his lips against my neck. His beard tickles the sensitive skin beneath my ear. “I don’t want you going anywhere.”

“Can you two save your foreplay for later? I’m starving, and I hear Frankie makes a damn good breakfast,” Aiden declares.

Jude and I straighten at the same time. Jude’s glare does nothing to remove the smirk from his youngest brother’s face.

“I’m not the maid. In fact, I no longer work here, so you can get your ass to the kitchen and make it yourself.”

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