Page 125 of Tangled In Lies

When I knead her softbareass cheeks, I remember why I raced here.

Shit. At least my frame should cover most of her in this position, in case anyone dares to watch us on the camera feed.

“Angel,” her nickname comes out in a growl, “what are you wearing?”

She pulls back with puffy lips and glossy eyes.

Just the way I like it.

So damn beautiful and sexy.

She glances down at her body and shrugs. “I thought you like it when I wear your shirts.”

I groan. “I do. But fuck, you need to wear more than just a pair of small panties underneath when you wander around the house, so you don’t give my security team a show when you stretch.”

Her mouth opens, then closes. “There are cameras in the music room?”

I shrug. “There are cameras pretty much everywhere in the house.”

“In my room?”

Damn it. “Yes.”

She narrows her eyes and sighs. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

I stay silent.

“Inyourbedroom?” Her voice is about an octave higher than before.

I immediately shake my head. “No, of course not.” Leaning close to her ear, I whisper, “What’s underneath this shirt is for my eyes and my eyes only, understood? No one, and I mean, no one gets to see what’s mine.”

Her tongue darts out to lick my earlobe. “You know, I should be offended over your little caveman speech, but I’m not too ashamed to admit that it was a major turn-on.”

A cough sounds behind me, and I close my eyes.

I know that cough.

Holden clears his throat. “For reasons beyond me, we can pretend I didn’t hear what the princess just said.”

Eve hides her face in my neck, and I shift a few inches tothe side to ensure I cover her entire body. All Holden can see are her legs wrapped around my waist.

“Anyway,” he continues, undisturbed, “I realize this is a bad moment, but I just got a call from O’Neal. It’s urgent.”

That immediately gets my attention, and I stiffen. O’Neal is the detective we have deep in our pockets, and the reason why the police didn’t bother us relentlessly after the car bomb.

I glance over my shoulder at my friend. “Did he say what it’s about?”

“They got a tip and picked someone up. He hasn’t confessed, but they found more of the same explosives that were used on your car at his house, and apparently other damning evidence.” Holden huffs. “You will not believe who it is.”

“Who?”

“Ben Rodgers.”

I almost drop Eve at the news.

She looks back and forth between Holden and me with wide eyes, wriggling around in my arms to get down. “Owen’s dad?”

I hear the same shock in her voice as I feel, and it takes all of my control to let her go slowly, still covering her in case her shirt rides up. “What the fuck? We checked him out.”

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