Page 146 of Outlaws of Tulsa

He frowns at me, uncertainty shining in his brown eyes. “Fine.”

I sit up, grinning at him. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. “I have no choice but to trust you.”

“You have a choice,” I murmur. “You either do or you don’t.”

“Then I’m choosing to trust you. Which means, tonight, you’re sleeping in my bed where you belong. I’m not handcuffing you or putting the collar back on. I’m trusting you not to kill me in my sleep or call the cops on me or run the fuck away with my bad dogs.” His eyes shine with a rare vulnerability that makes my chest squeeze. “Don’t fuck it up.”

I snuggle against him, kissing his neck. “I won’t.”

He playfully swats my ass. “Good girl. Now let’s get in the shower so you can make that promise from your knees while you lick my dick clean.”

My heart stutters inside my chest just thinking of how I’ll give him the best damn blowjob promise the man has ever known.

“Prepare to be convinced,” I sass as I grab his still-wet dick that’s already hardening back up. “I can be hella convincing, old man.”

He smacks my ass hard. “Call me old again and I’ll show you just how much stamina I have. You’ll walk bowlegged for a month,young lady.”

“No,” I tell Hansel. “You gassed out the house last time.”

He whines, runs around the kitchen island, and then sits down in front of the stove again like his little trick will convince me he’s earned a piece of bacon.

“Stop looking at me with those pitiful eyes,” I grumble. “I’m weak.”

His whimpering and begging doesn’t stop, but I stay strong. I’ll be damned if I smell his ass all day while Copper’s at work. A shiver of pleasure skitters down my spine. We’ve spent all weekend in bed. He may be quite a bit older than me, but Copper is as virile as they come. The man wears me out. And he was right, I can’t walk without a wince in my step because I’m so damn sore.

“Smells good,” Copper says, strutting into the kitchen looking like a snack.

Now I’m the one who wants to whimper and beg. It sucks he has to go to work because I got spoiled having his undivided attention all weekend.

“Figured I’d see you off with a good breakfast,” I tell him. My eyes roam down his front. Today he’s wearing a black Polo that stretches across his shoulders and biceps. All his yummy tattoos are on display, advertising he’s a bad boy no matter what his job title is. His dark slacks hug his muscular thighs in a way that makes me want to drool.

“Keep looking at me like that and I’m going to be late for work,” he growls, gripping the front of my T-shirt and tugging me to him.

I stand on my toes and accept his kiss. His palms find my bare ass under the long T-shirt I stole from him and he squeezes me. He tastes like toothpaste and smells like delicious man. God, I hate that he has to leave.

“Be a good girl while I’m gone,” he murmurs against my lips. “I’ll miss you.”

My heart flops inside my chest and tears prickle my eyes. Since when do I get all mushy over a guy?

Since Copper.

Because he’s not like other guys.

He’s the real kind of man who lives to please his woman. Somehow, I went from Filter’s as an undercover Fed to captive to Copper’s girl.

“My office is unlocked so you can get to the computer. Password’s written on a sticky note and stuck to the screen.” His fingers find my jaw and he tilts my head up so our eyes meet. “Don’t make me regret this.”

It stings to hear the doubt in his voice. When we’re in bed together, he seems pretty eager to be my man, but he still doesn’t trust me. But, with my track record, I’m not surprised.

Rather than a snarky comeback, I stare him straight in the eye and say, “I won’t.”

He rewards my answer with a quick peck to my forehead before he pulls away to feed the dogs. I plate up breakfast and bring him coffee. His wink makes my pussy clench.

“You look good in my kitchen.” He reaches over and squeezes my thigh. “A man could get used to a pretty girl making him bacon and eggs every morning.”

I laugh and shake my head at him. “Don’t get used to it, old man.”

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