Page 79 of Training His Pet

“Tell me what’s going on and do it now,” he ordered, crossing his arms over his chest.

Her chest clenched.

Mindless sex and complete freedom

“Dax. I’m just tired.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Really,” she sighed.

“Fine. Let’s go to bed.” He put his hand out for her. She could deny him, get under the covers in her own bed, but he’d have more questions. And he wouldn’t stop until she answered.

She grabbed his hand, trying to ignore the warmth his touch spread through her body, and let him lead her to the bedroom. She’d already changed into a long shirt, so she pulled back the covers and slipped inside, doing her best not to watch him jerk off his shirt and jeans.

The bed dipped behind her, and she fisted the blanket beneath her chin. Darkness filled the room with a click of the lamp, and his heavy arm draped over her waist. He kissed the back of her head.

“I’m not sure what’s bothering you, sweet girl, but I can’t help if you don’t tell me,” he whispered. “In the car, I expect more talking in the car.” He kissed her neck then snuggled into her body, tucking her beneath his chin.

She sighed and clenched her eyes shut. She’d give herself one more night in his arms, and then it would be done. She’d be back at home working on her goal. Getting her own byline.

Goals kept her moving.

Goals kept her invigorated and feeling alive.

So, why did this one make her feel like she was drowning?

Chapter Twenty-Seven

The city skyline cameinto view as Dax pulled through the tollbooth. He sighed and looked over at Erika again. She was still asleep. Or at least pretending.

He’d tried to get her to talk to him, but she’d said she was still sleepy and closed her eyes. Tired wasn’t exactly the word he would use for how he felt at the moment. Though he only managed a few hours of shut eye, he didn’t crave his bed. He wanted to know what the hell was tormenting Erika.

She’d been standoffish at Devin’s the night before, but he’d chalked it up to her finally behaving and not interrogating everyone. Maybe she was getting used to socializing without an agenda. But she’d been just as distant at the cabin, and even more this morning when she rolled out of bed at sunrise.

“We’re almost home,” he said, resting his hand on her knee. Her body stiffened, but she didn’t open her eyes.

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