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The woman is too damn delectable when she’s mad.

Within five minutes, I’ve hired a moving company. They’re even handling the rest of the packing. Tally has enough stress. She doesn’t need to spend her downtime wrapping plates. “All done. They’ll be here on Saturday.”

“Great, that solves part of my problem,” Tally states, chewing her lower lip.

I sink next to her on the couch, close enough to feel the energy sparking between us. “What’s the other part of your problem?”

“I haven’t found a place to live yet.”

Leaning back, I shoot her a smirk. “Why not, Tally? That seems so irresponsible of you.” Yes, I’m screwing with her, but I need to stoke the emotion that she’s holding at bay.

True to form, my girl’s temper flares as she adjusts her glasses. “I want to hit you. Preferably with something heavy.”

“Go ahead. Still doesn’t answer my question.”

“What can I say? I enjoy living on the edge.”

With lightning reflexes, I pull Tally onto my lap, feeling her tense in my arms. “You have a place to live. You, Nugget and Hecate are moving into the condo. I bought it for us, and it’s about damn time you started living there. See? Two problems solved in less than ten minutes. This is why you need me.” My lips caress her neck as I bask in the scent that is intrinsically Tally.

Christ, this woman smells like heaven, even covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Especially covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

“How does that solve anything?” Tally counters, her slight hands trying to put space between us.

Not happening.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” I murmur my words against her neck, as I trace a path along her skin with my tongue. My hands circle her hips, pushing her down against my erection. I swear to God, if I don’t get inside Tally soon, my dick is going to explode.

“I can say it louder.” Despite my sexual ministrations, Tally isn’t willing to cave that easily. She’s going to make me work for every inch of her delicious body.

Mission accepted.

“As I see it, we have three options. I can kiss every inch of your body, right here, right now.”

“What are the other options?” Tally may act tough, but I feel her pulse quicken as I tongue the hollow of her neck.

“We can continue arguing, because that’s so much more productive. Or, we pick up our dinner, which is waiting for us, and then for dessert, I feast on you.” I stand up, taking my tiny vixen with me, only setting her back down when she squirms in my arms. “You have ten minutes to pack some clothes while I coax Hecate into the carrier.”

Tally stands her ground, her hands locked on her hips and jaw set, but she looks more like a Care Bear than a fierce warrior.

Better not mention that fact.

With a chuckle, I drop a kiss on the top of her head. “Come on blood goat queen, times a wasting.”

That did it. The grimace fades, and Tally grins, shrugging in resignation. “Fine. But it’s only temporary until I find a place.”

“We’ll see about that. The final decision lies with Hecate.”

“She’s my cat. She’s going to side with me.”

I offer Tally a wink as I stroke Hecate’s fur, her back arching into my hand. “You sure about that? She seems really fond of me.”

“No accounting for taste.”

“You know I taste good,” I volley back, watching my girl flush. “Not as good as you, but—”

“Go collect the cat,” she mutters, ushering me out of the room as she opens a suitcase on her bed. “I’ll be done in a minute.”

As I coax—okay, shove—Hecate into the carrier and cart her to the car, I can’t keep the smile from my face.

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