Page 45 of Cross & Crown

“Give it to me.”

“You sure?”

“I want it hard, babe, come on.” Kelly offered him a

cheeky leer.

Nick snorted. He threw the car in park, then turned it off

and sat back, his hands on the wheel. “Intergalactic tea-loving time travelers trying to help the British win the Revolutionary War. Pissed-off historians in an attempt to liberate artifacts

from their cages. Or treasure hunters out to find the missing

Knights Templar library.”

Kelly laughed and leaned his head against the cool glass

of the window, pointing a mocking finger at Nick. “Where

do you get this shit?”

Nick smacked him in the chest. Kelly grabbed his hand

and refused to let it go. “Can I play devil’s advocate for your theories?”

“No,” Nick grunted. He unbuckled Kelly and reached for

him with the other hand, dragging him across the console.

Kelly began to protest, but Nick kissed him almost brutally,

his fingers tightening in Kelly’s hair, his other hand bunched

in Kelly’s shirt.

“What happened?” Kelly panted. Nick had a habit of

being turned on at the oddest times by the most random

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things. Kelly never knew when Nick was going to grope him.

It made things interesting.

“We started something, I was thinking we’d finish it,”

Nick growled, still tugging Kelly across the console.

The tone of his voice hit Kelly deep in the gut. “Not in

the boat?”

“I won’t be able to walk to the boat, babe.” Kelly climbed

the rest of the way over the console and into Nick’s lap. His

elbow hit the horn as they kissed, and the Range Rover sat

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