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Through the heavy haze of lust, the nurse’s words register, and I turn rigid.
“Wait. Someone broke in?” I parrot her. Raph halts his assault on my senses and grabs my phone, pushing the speaker button.
“Yes. A security guard saw the door to the morgue ajar and found that the place was trashed.”
“Fuck me!”
“I wish,” I think I hear Raph mumbling.
I untangle myself from his body and sit next to him on the sofa. My dick slowly softens as a thousand thoughts fire inside my head.
“Sorry, Mary,” I apologize for my vulgarity. “Did they touch the bodies in the chambers? Take anything?”
“The bodies… seem fine. But we aren’t sure about the rest. That’s why the dean needs you to come here and check.”
“Of course.”
Raph stands up with his phone to his ear, and I only hear Rami’s name before he walks to the kitchen.
After exchanging a few more words with Mary, I hang up.
Raph is still on the phone, so I go to my room to put a pair of socks and sneakers on. When I walk back to the living room, I hear him telling Rami we’re leaving for the morgue before he’s done with the call.
“I got your keys,” he says, handing me a brown leather jacket I’ve never seen before. Must be another piece of clothing he bought me. Not wanting to waste any time arguing, I slide my arms in, and the enticing smell and perfect fit distract me from the current predicament for a moment.
He zips me up and sends a heated look at me—well, if that’s the price to pay to wear new clothes, count me in.
“Any idea who could have broken into your office?” he asks me while opening the front door and waiting for me to go through—only to cop a nice feel of my ass, the sexy Neanderthal.
“Nobody comes to mind. But I’ll keep thinking.” I throw him a glare when he stills near the stairs, half blocking me from descending with his bigger body. Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I keep staring at him, pushing one eyebrow upward. He smirks in response to my challenge and bows his head in a compliant way. Too surprised by his accommodating behavior, I don’t immediately realize his next actions—bending down and hauling me onto his shoulder.
“Fucking hell, Raph!” I choke out, gripping the waist of his jeans as he keeps jolting me going down the stairs. “From piglet to a sack of potatoes. Don’t know which one is more outrageous!”
“You’ll always be my piglet, piglet.”
I can hear the smile in his voice, and it irritates me greatly. So much that I slide a hand down his jeans and pinch his ass. He continues walking without missing a step. And spanks me. Fuckingspanksme.
“Save the foreplay for later, babe. It’s too dangerous on the stairs.” Cheeky bastard. His hand is still on my ass, squeezing possessively.
“Hands off, you troglodyte! And put me the fuck down. I can walk by myself,” I scream, feeling my face turning hot for all the blood pooling down. A gasp makes me turn my head when we finally reach the entrance. Mrs. Howard’s mouth is wide open in shock, her perfectly manicured hand pushing on her chest. Of all the neighbors who could have witnessed my humiliation, the sweet octogenarian who thinks rimming is a game involving a spinning top had to be the one.
“Naughty boys need punishments.”
Oh my fucking God! Raph just hammers the final nail into my already shaky reputation and stresses his words with a noisy slap to my ass that booms in the silent entrance. Mrs. Howard’s mouth turns even more slack. Then her eyes fall to my hand, still inside Raph’s jeans, and her cheeks color. Holy hell, this has to be a nightmare.
“Have a good day, Mrs. Howard,” I quickly mutter before Raph takes us out of the building. But I’m still able to hear her reply.
“Not as good as yours, naughty boy.”
Kill me now.
Chapter 9
MICHAEL
Raph finally,finallystops and puts me down in what looks like a garage. I have to grab on to his biceps for a second while the dizziness fades away. He runs a hand in my hair and leaves a peck on my lips before turning to a slick, black motorcycle.
“Do that again and I will castrate you!” I snarl.
