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“You’re not the boss of me,” she said, but it lacked all conviction before she grew serious. “We’re playing a dangerous game.”

I chuckled, kissing her again. Just a peck, this time. A casual kiss. Somehow, that was even more intimate than when I had stuck my tongue down her throat.

She was right about one thing… we were playing a dangerous as fuck game.

As far away as my job might seem at this moment, it still loomed over us like a dark cloud.

The things we’ll do to Trinity Blaze Guerro…

I had said that they had better bring an Army. But I had a sinking feeling that an Army was already on its way.

Chapter 12

Dry Humping My Last Nerve

Taz

He snored. I hadn’t noticed that last time. Probably too tired on top of hurrying out. But Griff was a loud sleeper. And in the middle of the wilderness like my trailer, there was always a howling coyote, a growling bear or hooting owl. But tonight, they were silent, probably confused by the loud human they found in their midst.

Every time I tried to move out of his grasp, he’d hold me tighter.

He went to sleep with his nose at my nape. And it was gross. Who the hell could sleep with someone literally breathing down the back of their neck?

I tried to get out from under him, and he groaned, pulling me tighter to his naked body.

“I have to pee,” I protested.

“So go,” he said, placing his hand over my abdomen, then lowering it to the pouch beneath my belly button and squeezing hard over my bladder.

I squealed, and almost pissed myself, kicking wildly as he laughed. “I swear, I will give you a golden shower if you fuck with me!”

“Kinky!” he laughed, letting me go. “Fine! You may go but come back fast. No vanishing.”

I pulled on a pair of shorts from my meager drawers. I had gone to sleep with a t-shirt on, even though he complained. But I wasn’t ready to show him that quite yet. I wasn’t ready to lay exposed to him.

“You’re not keeping those on when you come to bed.”

“Stop being so bossy, Asshole.” I stumbled into the tiny bathroom, slamming the door shut to the sound of his light chuckle.

It was barely larger than an airplane stall, with a small shower to the side. I felt the moisture between my legs. The inconsiderate prick hadn’t worn a condom, and he most definitely came inside me. Now that I was upright, the thick, sticky liquid was crawling down my thighs. I peed, then had to find a sacrificial hand towel, and soaked it under the faucet to clean myself up.

Thank God for birth control. I had a feeling that if he could, Griff would try to impregnate me, just for an additional layer of possession.

The bathroom door pulled open, and I shouted, “What the fuck?”

A grinning Griff stared down at my thighs, then back at me, taking too long to linger on my erect nipples.

“It’s not because of you,” I grumbled. “It’s because it’s cold.”

He laughed, stepping into the miniscule space.

“Hey!” I screamed trying to push him back out.

He leaned into my hand, taking up my space, and then trapping me against the sink.

“I can help clean you up,” he said with a wolfish grin, giving me a small wink.

“I swear to God, you are dry humping my last nerve.”

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