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“I don’t know, I’ve heard those groans in the morning when you try and get out of bed.”

He steps closer, curling his fingers around my throat and leaning down close. “Are you challenging me, baby, because I love a good challenge.”

“I’m just saying, I’m not so sure you’re as good as you say.”

I’m teasing, because we both know he’s as good as he says. The man makes me moan a whole lot more than he ever makes me cry. He is the perfect specimen, kind and loving, a little rough, a little edgy, and fucking great in bed. He knows it, too. I love playing with him, I love it when he gets wicked with me.

“I’ll make sure you see just how good I am later. Right now, I have to go and get some things, so my woman doesn’t gouge her own eyes out from boredom.”

I grin. “Okay, well that was dramatic, but you know what I mean...”

He leans in, pressing a kiss to my forehead, holding his lips there for a long moment. I close my eyes, exhaling a sigh as I enjoy the moment. I love him more than words could ever express. This man is my entire world and more.

“Gotta go, baby,” he pulls back. “Be good, yeah. I won’t be long. Think long and hard about what it is we’ll do later when we’re alone. I’ve got a lot of making up to do.”

I lean up, pressing my lips to his. “I look forward to it.”

Pulling away, I turn and walk out, pausing at the door. I look back over my shoulder at him. “Oh, and Jackson?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“Get some rope. I enjoy being restrained.”

I leave the room to his feral hiss.

Just because we’re locked away doesn’t mean we can’t make the most of it.

Tonight, Jackson is mine.

All mine.

THROWING MY HEAD BACK, alcohol spurts from my mouth as I laugh hysterically at Addison’s face as she stares down at the raunchiest romance book we could find. She looks up at me, and then scrunches her face as she stares around the group. “I am not reading this.”

“Read it out loud, or drink,” I tease.

“If you’ve done it, you don’t have to drink, but you have to pass the book,” Ciara giggles. “Go on, Addi, spill.”

“It’s filthy, I cannot ... What even is this book?”

“Read it,” Cade murmurs, his voice low and husky, a beer resting on his leg. “I’m curious.”

“You all got easy passages about foreplay. This is ... this ... yuck.”

“Now I’m super curious, too.” I grin. “Come on.”

“My father is here,” Addison protests. “I simply cannot say these words in front of him.”

Jackson chuckles beside me.

“Then pass the book along and do a double shot.” Muff grins, kicking his boot up on the log outside. “Someone else can read it out loud.”

“I’ll do it!” Ciara puts her hand up. “Pass it over.”

Addison flicks the book at Ciara and has two shots that Muff pours her. Her face scrunches as the strong alcohol washes down her throat. Oh, she’s going to feel that tomorrow. I don’t even know how we came up with this game, but I haven’t laughed so hard in months. It’s the best thing we could have done, having this night away from everything.

“Oh, boy.” Ciara giggles. “This really is filthy. Actually, it’s kind of icky.”

“Read it, Tom Cat,” Spike purrs, grinning at his woman. “I’ll decide how filthy it is.”

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