Page 193 of Traitor

Bones chuckles behind me, completely unapologetic. "I'll make you something, baby." His voice is full of satisfaction, low and rough.

I whip around so fast my towel almost slips. "NO! Fuck no!" I burst out laughing, pointing a finger at him in warning. "You are not touching anything in my kitchen. Any kitchen!"

He rears back, arms crossing over his chest, looking deeply offended. "I'm not that bad at cooking. I can make a fucking sandwich!"

My expression is as serious as a damn heart attack. "Bones. You really can't. And at some point, you need to accept that."

He narrows his eyes, muttering something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like,"Your loss."Then, before I can react, he leans in, kisses me stupid, and walks out of the bathroom.

Completely naked.

It's not even a minute later when I hear the unmistakable sound of a high-pitched girly scream, followed by Layla's horrified voice.

"My eyes! What the fuck?!"

Then, slam! My front door shuts so hard the walls shake.

Oh, no.

I bolt down the stairs, still clutching my towel, and find Bones standing in the living room, holding a box like it's the greatest treasure he's ever seen. He looks entirely unfazed.

"She dropped this," he says casually, lifting the box. "It's donuts. Food, baby." He grins like he just won the lottery.

I slap a hand over my face. "Put some fucking clothes on, Bones! Is she still outside?"

He glances toward the door before looking back at me, completely unbothered. "Nope. Heard her cage start up and then tires screeching out of your driveway. Not my fault. She should've knocked."

I glare at him. "She has a spare key, dumbass. And she probably didn't think this—" I gesture wildly between us, "—was happening yet. It's not like I announced it to the world."

He shrugs, stepping toward me with that lazy, cocky smirk. "She'll live."

I roll my eyes, but he doesn't let me stay annoyed for long. His fingers tuck a damp strand of hair behind my ear, his voice dropping into something smooth, coaxing.

"I wanted to ask you last night, but we got...distracted." His smirk deepens, eyes flashing.

Heat coils low in my stomach. Yeah, distracted is one way to put it.

"There's a poker game at the clubhouse tomorrow. You in? It's Texas Hold'em." His grin is pure fucking mischief. He knows me too well. Knows exactly how much I love taking his brothers' money at poker.

My lips curve in a slow smile. "You bet your ass I'm in."

And then? An idea strikes me.

Something devious.

Something evil.

Something that will give me a little extra edge over the boys at the table.

I step closer, sliding my arms around his neck, going on my toes to press a sweet, lingering kiss to his lips. When I pull back, I pout a little. Just enough to entice.

"But... I wanna do something first," I murmur, blinking up at him through my lashes. "Before the game. Will you grant me a tiny little wish, pretty please?"

I bat my lashes at him, eyes wide, doing my absolute best to look soft, innocent.

The exact opposite of what's actually running through my mind.

His lips quirk, amusement playing across his face. He tucks another strand of hair behind my ear, watching me a little too knowingly.

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