Page 25 of Taking a King

Quinn: Ronan just got a call from one of his deputies asking if we knew the lights were still on at Mack’s.

Hope: Are you guys still there?

Hannah: Are you guys doing it?

Quinn: Bow chicka bow wow!

Hannah: At the restaurant? Ew.

Hope: What? I’ve done it.

Quinn: At Mack’s? When?

Hannah: I eat there.

Hope: Don’t worry. It was nowhere near the food prep areas.

Hannah: Why doesn’t that make me feel better? Now I’m going to be wondering every time I eat there if you and Wyatt did it on my table.

Quinn: Please. Work sex is hot. Don’t act like you don’t know.

Hannah: I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Quinn: Liar.

I skim over the messages quickly, shaking my head. Then I quickly type out a message.

Me: We’re leaving now. Tell Ronan to call off his deputy.

Quinn: That was fast. No stamina?

Hope: Maybe Claire’s got mad skills.

Me: No one had sex. Geez. Don’t you all have your own love lives to worry about?

Quinn: Teasing you is fun, though.

Hope: Let’s leave her alone so she can get some. She was practically eye-fucking the poor man all night.

Hannah: Yeah, that sexual tension was THICK. Speaking of, are you ever going to give us dirty details?

Me: OMG! Stop. I’m turning off my phone now.

I look up to see Garrett watching me.

“Everything okay?”

With a smile, I lean over to kiss him. “Everything’s great,” I say. “We just need to leave before my brother sends a deputy to check on the place.”

He stands and my eye catches on the bulge pushing against the front of his pants. I arch an eyebrow.

“My place?”

He lets out a sigh of relief. “I was really hoping you weren’t going to send me to a hotel.”

I reach down and grip him through his pants. “Not a chance. I’m not nearly finished with you.”

Chapter Thirteen

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