Page 32 of Cross & Crown

“No, we’re not.”

“Good, then shut up,” Nick growled. The next kiss was

a consuming one, clearly meant to silence Kelly’s habit of

rambling when Nick was trying to seduce him.

Nick’s grip tightened, and before Kelly knew what was

happening, Nick had wrapped him up and rolled them,

pinning Kelly to the mattress with his head at the foot of the

bed and his legs wrapped around Nick’s waist.

“Okay, that was fun,” Kelly gasped.

Nick shushed him, then kissed him and rolled his hips.

They’d already taken care of these needs once tonight; almost

as soon as their feet had hit the deck of the yacht, Nick’d had Kelly pressed against the hul , kissing him silly. But it had

been almost a month since they’d seen each other, and Nick

was finally fully healed from his surgery. Kelly had expected

nothing less. In fact, he’d be a little pissed if Nick didn’t maul him a few times a day in the first week of his visit.

Nick’s cell phone began to ring as they kissed. The sound

was muffled, like it was coming from inside something. Nick

pushed up with an aggrieved curse. “I’m not answering that.”

“Aren’t you technically on duty?” Kelly asked.

Nick muttered something unintelligible and rolled

toward the head of the bed. He fumbled under his pillow and

came out with the phone.

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“You keep your phone under your pillow?” Kelly asked

with a laugh. This was the first time they’d shared a bed while Nick was on duty. “How does it fit beside your gun and your

knife and the lube?”

“Shhh. This is O’Flaherty,” Nick practically growled

when he answered. His eyes narrowed and he started toward

Kelly as if he intended to continue what they’d started, but

then his expression changed from predatory to alarm, his face

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