Page 62 of Both Sides Now

Screw it. I have needs. He has the cure.

I pull back the blanket and pat the mattress. “Are you coming to bed?”

I wait for him to drop trough and slide under the covers. I’ll figure out my next move afterward, I suppose.

Keegan grasps the edge of the blanket but hesitates. “Shit. I sleep in the nude, but that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly, would it?”

Perhaps not, but I’m not complaining. Even if I don’t havesex with him, I’ll gladly spend the rest of the evening ogling him.

He slides on a pair of boxers, gifting me with a view of his ass before joining me in the bed. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

I turn on my side, inching closer to him. “By this do you mean us sleeping together?”

“In the same bed, yes.”

I smile, my fingers reaching out to trace along his jaw. It’s an unconscious gesture, but not an unwelcome one, as he leans into my caress. “I’m fine with it. I trust you won’t do anything untoward.”

Not that my body doesn’t want him to doallmanner of deliciously dirty things to me.

“Never.” Keegan grasps my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm.

“Did you have fun tonight?”

“No, but I’m having fun now.”

“Here I thought you’d be swinging from the chandeliers, with a line of lap dances waiting for you.”

Keegan chuckles, pulling me closer into the comfort of his arms. “Maybe I did.”

“You better not have.” I speak the words aloud before my mind realizes I sound like a possessive … girlfriend.

An idea I like more and more.

His grin widens, but he’s not offering up any further details. Bastard. “How was your night?”

Two can play the jealousy game.

“It was fabulous. Renaldo has amazing hands.”

“Who thefuckis Renaldo?”

I giggle at his heated glare. Even in the low light, his eyes narrow at my statement. “My masseuse.”

A scoff escapes his mouth. “You’re telling me that I went to a strip club but avoided all up-close and personal contact,while meanwhile, you were getting a rubdown from Renaldo?”

“Basically. Does that bother you?”

I’m yanking his chain, but apparently, I yank a bit too hard.

Keegan wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me flush against him. “It does. The idea of another man touching you infuriates me.”

And I love hearing those words. There’s something so attractive about his possessive stance.

In his mind, I belong to him, an idea I like very much, indeed.

“Renaldo was a consummate professional.”

“I don’t care. I don’t like him touching you.”

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