Page 84 of Craving Chaos

Shae gets up and follows me back to her bedroom where we left our clothes.

“Pack an overnight bag.”

She peers at me shyly over her shoulder. “You’re handling this better than I would have expected.”

“How’s that?” I ask distractedly, typing out a text on my phone while we’re talking.

“You haven’t yelled or threatened to put me in a safe house. A night at your place to sort things out is very reasonable.”

“Glad you think so, but the sorting out’s been done, and the overnight bag is to get you by until my guys move the rest of your stuff to my place tomorrow.” I hold up my phone. “It’s already been arranged.”

She stares at me as though I’ve farted butterflies out of my ass. “What?”

“You can’t move me into your place without even asking.”

I decide to let it slide that she’s told me yet again what I can’t do and cross over to where she’s standing, pull her even closer with my hand cuffed around her neck to place a gentle kiss on her nose.

“Shae Byrne…”

A kiss on her eyelid.

“Will you…”

A kiss on her other eyelid.

“Please…”

A kiss on her forehead.

“Fucking move in with me.”

This time, my lips touch hers in a leisurely caress.

“Okay,” she breathes. “See, was that so hard?”

I grin ear to ear because that’s my Shae. Always with the last word. And I love her for it.

Instead of packing, however, she stands with her brows pinched.

“What is it?”

“How’s this going to work, Renzo? I’m genuinely not okay letting you step down, but I’m also not the stay-at-home mom type either. There are our families and—"

I place my hand over her mouth, relieved when she doesn’t bite me before I let my hand fall back down. “I’ve gone through all those thoughts as well, trust me. I know you better than to expect some ’50s stereotype. And you know what I’ve come to realize?”

She shakes her head.

“So long as it’s my cum running down your thighs and your lipstick on my cock, nothing else matters.”

“Renzo, I had no idea you were such a romantic.” Her teeth snag her bottom lip, fighting back a grin.

I spin her around and slap her ass. “Pack that damn bag so we can get home. I need to fuck you again.”

Her gasp of outrage dies away as her eyes dilate with the promise of my words. “Yeah, okay. Time to get packing.”

CHAPTER 50

SHAE

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