Page 71 of Enforcer

“This is what you wanted Brynne to win?” I ask her, having never watched the show myself. I find it odd to go into some of the most treacherous parts of the world and try to survive when the modern world and all its houses exist, but I get the draw.

“Don’t remind me. I feel awful about it. Look what she’s gone through.”

I scoff. “She found Slate, though. They’d have never found one another. Not as deeply hidden as he was on that island.”

She laughs softly. “Yeah, you’re right. I guess I’m a good matchmaker then, huh?”

I rein in a chuckle when she eyeballs me from my lap. “I wouldn’t say that; I think fate had a bit to do with it, don’t you?”

She turns back to the show, and I resume my rubbing.

“How’s your head?”

“Better. I just didn’t want to tell you that,” she answers.

I pucker my brows. “What? Why?”

She turns over in my lap. “I didn’t want you to stop rubbing.”

I brush my thumb over her bottom lip. “I already told you. Whatever you want, it’s yours.”

Her eyes turn devious. “Alright. I want the sun.”

“Well, the people of Earth are going to riot when I lasso it for you, and they find out you’re the reason for the eternal darkness.”

She laughs, and it has my chest in knots. I don’t know if this will last, but I’m determined to enjoy it while it’s in my grasp. Even if my brain is determined to ruminate on thewhat-ifsof the situation.

She lifts and straddles my lap, leaning her forehead against mine as she closes her eyes. I do the same, letting our peace spread through my body.

“Thank you.”

“Well, I haven’t given you the sun yet. There are details to hash out, you know? It’s a big job. Give me some time, tesoro.”

She giggles. “No! Thank you for taking care of me today. Thank you for worrying about me last night.”

I smirk. “Even if your ass is chapped today?”

“Even so.”

“I’m sorry I lost my temper with you last night. I don’t know what comes over me.”

“I’m not an easy woman to deal with. But don’t worry about it. I rather like being spanked.”

“Oh, I know you do. It still doesn’t give me the right to do that in that headspace. I’ll do better.”

“A man who communicates. You’re a rarity, you know that?”

“Well, I’m pretty pig-headed, too. Don’t go thinking I’m perfect.”

She kisses me, shutting me up as I grip her ass in my hands.

When she peels her lips away and sighs, we spend the next few moments just drinking the moment in.

“Tomorrow is the big day,” she says.

I nod. “It is. It’s going to be a long one, too.”

She groans and falls back onto the couch beside me. “I’m not ready.”

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