Page 71 of Brutal Collateral

They’re just as molded to his body as when he left. There’s no trace of perfume, only his cologne and natural male heat.

Oh, and blood.

“I need to brush my teeth,” I say, trying to sit up.

“No, you don’t.” He laughs but gets off me.

I miss his weight instantly. “Were you up all night?” I ask to keep his attention on me because I kind of like it. Ilikehim.

Damn it.

“Aye.”

“You must be tired.” I get to my feet. “I’ll let you get some sleep.”

Griffin’s eyes wander to my bare legs, and he says, “Where did you get that T-shirt?”

I freeze, knowing how anal men get about their clothes. “The dresser.”

He storms up to me and grabs it by the hem. Next, he roughly lifts it off me and grabs me by the waist. Holding it under my nose, he says, “That’s Shane’s T-shirt from a trip we took. It got accidentally packed in my bag. I’d been meaning to give it back to him. But the guy’s a clothes horse and probably doesn’t know it’s missing.”

“Then why am I standing here naked with your fingers digging into my back?”

“Seeing you wearing another man’s shirt can make me want to strangle my own blood.” He breathes heavily, keeping our mouths close together.

Possessive much?

“Noted. Can I have something else to wear?” I cover my boobs and cross my legs.

He lets me go to reach into his closet and takes out a black and white plaid button-down. “Here, wear this.”

I turn around to slip it on, but I feel his eyes on my back. When I face him again, I hold my hands out because it’s like a tent on me. “How do I look?”

“Adorable. Your new guard is downstairs, by the way. If you go anywhere, he goes with.”

I roll my eyes, but this isn’t negotiable. When a chiming rings out from downstairs, I look around. “What’s that?”

“My doorbell.” Griffin sounds perplexed. “I think.”

“Expecting someone?”

“No.” He looks at his phone.

A moment later, there’s a knock on the bedroom door and I jump, but it’s Bridget who walks into the sitting room.

“Morning, Ma’am, your aunt is downstairs.”

A burst of joy hits me, and I practically run from the bedroom, but Griffin gently grabs my waist from behind. “You should get dressed first.”

“Why? My aunt is here!”

“Offer her coffee, Bridget. Ava will be down in a few minutes.”

Bridget leaves, and I try to wiggle out of Griffin’s hold. “Let me go.”

“I’m not too exhausted to get hard if you keep pushing your ass into my cock.” He spins me around, bringing our chests together. “Something tells me you need a good fucking.”

Especially since I hadn’t been laid since him.

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