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“What are you hiding?” Nancy asked, making Rook turn back from where he was grabbing a tee to pull on.

Before I could even realize her intention, Nancy grabbed the blanket and pulled it off me.

“Hey!” Rook said, taking a step forward.

“It’s okay,” I said, shooting him a look, not wanting him to get himself thrown back in jail because he pissed off his P.O. “I have nothing to hide,” I added, forcing my chin up and climbing off the bed, mostly-bare legs and cold-hardened nipples and all.

I waved a hand down at myself in a move that I wanted to conveyWhere would I be hiding anything?

Nancy looked away pretty quickly at that, turning her attention to the bed itself.

But she wouldn’t touch the bedding with her bare hands, choosing instead to use her pen to move them around.

“Could I maybe put a robe on now?” I asked, trying to keep the anger out of my voice.

It was one thing to have the place searched. It felt like a complete other to be pulled out of bed and inspected like I was hiding drugs up inside of me or something. Especially considering that Rook hadn’t gone away for drug crimes and both our drug tests came back clean.

“Fine,” Nancy said, opening the nightstand.

Rook’s hand reached for mine, giving it a squeeze as I passed.

Not wanting to take long in the bathroom, I grabbed the robe and slipped my glasses on before coming right out and making a beeline for the coffee pot.

Nancy moved past us to inspect the bathroom, leaving us alone for a short minute.

Rook moved in behind me, pressing his chin to my shoulder. “Sorry about that,” he said.

“It’s fine.”

“It’s not. You looked panicked.”

“I’m not… a fan of being startled awake.” In my life, that was never a good thing.

“I should have set an alarm,” Rook said, his body still close.

“It’s not your fault. We were both tired.”

“For good reason,” he said, his hand snaking around my midsection, his fingers teasing under the swell of my breast through the material of my robe.

“Rook.” I meant for it to come out as chastisement. But my voice was too airy, too needy.

“Maybe if she came out here to find me balls-deep inside you, she would learn her lesson about bothering a newlywed couple.” His hand shifted, closing over my breast.

“No.”

It was a soft objection, one I didn’t even want to make. But Rook’s hand immediately moved away.

“Sor—” I started, apologies for turning down advances as ingrained as saying sorry when you stepped on someone’s foot.

“Don’t. You never need to apologize for saying no,” he said, pressing his head to the side of mine.

“Besides, I want you all to myself anyway. No one gets to see what I see, hear what I hear, when you’re on my cock.”

I wanted to shimmy out of my shorts, hop myself up on the counter, spread my legs, and demand he take me right then.

If it weren’t for Nancy and her scrunched-up face as she came back into the kitchen, I just might have done it.

“Can I get you some coffee?” I asked, waving toward the dripping coffee pot.

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