Page 132 of Full Mountie

Icheatand call her from the car after I drop the prime minister at 24 Sussex. It’s later than I thought, but I’m still taking the chance.

“You’re driving,” she says.

“I am.”

“Then you’ll have to wait until you get home to hear my story.”

I decide to just ask for what I want. “Or I could come to your place?”

“I’m already in bed.”

“That sounds perfect.”

“We both have to up early tomorrow.”

“I’ve got a change of clothes with me.” There’s a long pause before she answers, but I’m already driving back towards downtown.

“Okay,” she finally says. “Let yourself up.”

She answersthe door in a robe and nothing else. The primal man inside me appreciates the long slice of soft, bare skin I can see, but I don’t miss the fatigue tugging at her eyes.

Focus on what matters, I remind myself, and we head straight to bed.

Naked, because why give up the opportunity to be skin-to-skin? But something tells me Beth isn’t in the mood for sex.

I’m not wrong.

She walks her fingers across my chest once we’re tucked in. “Okay, so…”

I chuckle. “Yes?”

“I was purging my closet. And then I came across some lingerie I’d bought when we started dating. A set I’d taken pictures of, and sent to Hugh—nothing identifying or revealing, don’t freak out.”

“I’m wondering why I didn’t get the same pictures,” I grumble, and she kisses my skin.

“How often is the PM in eyeball range to your phone screen?”

“Good point.” Although the same could maybe said about Hugh, but I’m not going to argue the issue. “So did he like the pictures? Did he say anything?”

“Oh, that was back in May. The photos. But finding the lingerie reminded me of them…so I sent him another one.” She presses against me. “Like this. Naked. But still…classy.”

“You’re killing me. Classily. Go on.”

“So he came over yesterday afternoon. Which feels like a lifetime ago now.”

My heartbeat speeds up. “Yeah?”

Instead of the good update I want to hear, though, I get a heavy sigh.

“I think I messed things up,” she says softly. “We…had sex. And it was intense, and good, but full of rules. And then he just left at the end.”

Shit. “I’m sorry.”

“I thought it was a good idea.”

“Yeah.” I press my lips against her forehead, ignoring the way my dick is thickening at the thought of Hugh here, being bossy and intense with Beth. But my flash of arousal doesn’t last long, because he left her again.

“I should go kick his ass,” I say. I mean it, too. He needs an attitude adjustment for using her.

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