Page 125 of Imperial: The Corvidae Family
“Get up and get dressed.” I grabbed a T-shirt from the chair. “It’s time for breakfast.”
She groaned, rolling onto her back. “You really expect me to move after that?”
I smirked. “Yeah. You need to eat.”
She stretched and her body was so fucking tempting but I wasn’t falling for it.
“Come shower with me.”
My grin was immediate, but I stepped back knowing that wasn’t happening or my plans were pointless.
“Nope.”
She pouted. “Why not?”
I leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed, watching her with my dick cursing me.
“Because if I get in there with you, we’re never leaving this room.”
“And that’s a problem because…?”
I fought the urge to say fuck it and climb back in bed with her. Instead, I pushed off the frame and turned toward the door.
“Move your ass, Bay. We’re eating.”
She sighed dramatically but finally sat up, reaching for the sheet to cover herself as she stood.
I glanced back one last time, still grinning as I adjusted my dick and headed to the kitchen.
While I waited on Baylyn, I stood at the stove and flipped the last pancake onto the stack. The eggs were already scrambled, sausage links rested on a dish near the stove, and I was just about to grab a plate for Baylyn when I felt her.
Her arms slipped around my waist and her body pressed against my back, warm and soft beneath one of my hoodies. I glanced over my shoulder, catching the flash of bare thighs and fuzzy socks.
My hand drifted back, sliding under the hem of my hoodie with my fingers moving between her thighs because if she wasn’t wearing anything under it I was gonna be bending her over the counter.
Peeking around me, she blinked at the spread of food. "You cooked for me?"
"Told you I could feed myself when I need to." Leaning back, I pressed a kiss to her cheek. "And now I can feed you too."
She smiled, letting me go and hopping onto the counter. She grabbed a sausage link, taking a bite as she kicked her feet playfully.
I turned off the stove, stacking the pancakes before grabbing my phone off the counter. Moving between her legs, I pulled up something and handed it to her.
Her brows pinched. "What’s this?"
"Just read it."
She scanned the article with her expression shifting the second she got to the important part. I knew the lines word for word because I read it that many times after Carter sent me the link. They moved in after I left to ensure last night was set up to look like a burglary. They were covering their asses with anything left of Trent. It wasn’t really about me but I appreciated that they took care of it.
Trent Kendricks was murdered last night after breaking into the home of a local businessman. Sources say that he was there to rob the homeowner but was surprised when he returned unexpectedly.
Her eyes snapped up to me. "You did this."
I didn’t react. Just watched her.
Her voice softened, cautiously. "Was he really trying to rob someone?"
I shook my head once.
