Page 157 of Hot for Hostage

Even wrapped up in each other’s arms, with him still inside me, I couldn’t resist clearing my throat to ask, “So… what’s next on your very long list?”

Davian stifled a surprised laugh against my shoulder, making me grin.

The horny demon and I could agree on one thing: We were both very much looking forward to tomorrow.

disgustingly sweet

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Davian and I woke up spooning on a pile of dog beds in the shelter lobby.

The morning sun streamed through the windows, so bright I blinked against it. I wasn’t sure how or why we’d ended up here, but I wasn’t complaining. With Davian’s strong arms holding me against his front, his comfy suit jacket keeping me covered, and a blanket draped over both of us, it was warm and cozy. Davian’s hand had snuck underneath the jacket to splay across my bare stomach, and his thumb traced soothing circles against my skin.

I’d definitely woken up in worse spots after a night spent hanging out with my Happy Tails Haven family.

Wiggling around in his arms to face him, I found Davian’s hooded dark gaze already trained on me.

It wasn’t fair he looked so attractive this early in the morning, while my hair had decided to defy the laws of gravity.

“How did we get here?” I asked hoarsely, patting down my rumpled hair as best I could.

Davian flattened his hand against my lower back. “You fell asleep after we went back out to the patio, and I carried you here.”

I fell asleep?

Rubbing my eyes, I tried to piece together what’d happened last night. I remembered sneaking back out to the courtyard with Davian after our mind-blowing sex and a little canoodling afterward. I’d spent the rest of the night on his lap—hanging out with everyone and talking and drinking and laughing. I rememberedlotsof laughing.

Gladys had regaled everyone with stories about the shelter—acting like she hadn’t threatened to murder Davian in cold blood an hour earlier.

It’d been a fun night. Then I’d dozed off in Davian’s lap, and he’d carried me… here.

To a nest he’d made from newly donated dog beds.

Something about that made my heart flutter.

“Where’s Bear?” I asked, seeing no sign of my furry friend in the lobby.

“I put him in his kennel for the night. He’s fine,” Davian answered as his fingertips scratched my back. “And your seed is on the desk for safekeeping.”

Oops. At least one of us hadn’t forgotten about Walter Jr.

I happily snuggled closer and rested my head against Davian’s chest. “Where’s everyone else?”

“They left. Gladys and Ryan wanted to keep the celebration going until morning, but Malcolm convinced them to let him give them rides home.” A teasing smile warmed his voice. “You volunteers sure know how to party.”

I hummed softly. “You should see us on bowling league nights, especially when Gladys brings boxed wine. It gets cuh-razy.”

Davian’s chest rumbled against my cheek with a laugh. “I’ll have to catch the next one.”

My heart did a dozen cartwheels in my chest, and I had to clear my throat before I could form words. “I’d really like that.”

I smiled, picturing Davian showing up at our Thursday night bowling league and hanging out with my friends. It made me feel like a schoolgirl with a crush, and I played with a button on his dress shirt while listening to the steady thumping of his heartbeat.

I wet my lips and asked another question that’d been on my mind. “Was yesterday a normal day in your line of work?”

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