Page 84 of GAF Factor

“Then neither am I.”

She pouted, crossing her arms over her chest. “That’s not fair.”

“Life’s not fair, gorgeous. Now, close your eyes.”

She did as I asked and I gently wiped the cloth over her eyes. Black smeared everywhere, but not much came off. I had a feeling this was going to take a very long time.

Her eyes fluttered open as I turned on the water again and began rinsing the rag. Black water swirled down the drain as I lathered more soap into the washcloth.

“Aren’t you going to tell me?”

I chuckled at her persistence. “It means I know everything.”

“Of course it does. And I’m guessing you gave yourself that name.”

“Nope. I got that name in basic because I knew everything.”

She chuckled, the dazed look on her face almost loving. “I bet they all hated you.”

“They did because I was the best and they knew it. Close your eyes.” Over and over, I swiped the makeup from her face, then rinsed and repeated. The washrag was hardly white any longer, stained from way too much makeup. No doubt, the hotel would bleach that right out.

“How long did you serve?”

“Four years. That was enough for me.”

Her body swayed toward me as she started to come down from the drunken high she was on. I caught her arm, holding her upright as I finished up. “Why did you get out?”

“I wasn’t very good at following someone else’s command. Can you imagine that?”

“Nope.” She chuckled, then leaned forward and fell into my lips, pressing hers to mine. She hummed against mine, then threw her arms around my neck as she kissed me. “Love you, IKE.”

“I’m sure you do,” I grinned.

“No, really.” She leaned back, staring at me in earnest. “I spark you.” Then her face twisted in confusion. “I spark for you. You sparked me?”

Fucking hell, she was absolutely adorable. If she wasn’t so drunk right now, I’d fuck her right here on the sink. But she wasdrunk, and I didn’t want to take her when she didn’t know what I was doing to her.

“Yep,” I sighed, hoisting her off the counter. “I think that’s enough for one night. You need sleep.”

“Sleep smeep,” she mumbled. “Who needs that when a hot guy is here?” She spun around and pressed herself against my body, her finger trailing up my chest. “Do you know what I really want, IKE?”

My breath caught in my throat. “What’s that?”

“I want a man who will throw me up against the wall and tear my underwear off and then fuck me so hard I scream. Will you do that for me?” She leaned forward and nipped my bottom lip between my teeth. Fuck, she was so sexy.

My cock hardened painfully as she rubbed her body against mine. She was making it so damn hard to remember that I didn’t fuck drunk women. Ever. Not even when she was begging me for it.

“Every fucking day,” I promised. “But tonight, you’re going to sleep.” It took everything in me to pry her fingers from my body and push her back a step. My dick didn’t thank me for it, and neither did my brain. But as soon as she was on the bed, the fog of lust cleared just enough to see clearly.

She sighed heavily and flopped backward. “Do you remember our first kiss, Knoxy poo?”

I chuckled at the nickname. “Yes, I remember.”

“You were so…pushy.”

I started to shift her legs up onto the bed to get her more comfortable. “How was I pushy?”

“You were allI break legs for a living.And I was likeThat’s really bad.” She snorted out a laugh, but I had no idea what she was talking about.

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