Page 147 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

It didn’t make sense that it would be this man who found the way onto my lonely island. But he was mine now. His name was a keening cry to the sky before he covered my mouth with his and swallowed each shuddering breath.

The warm rush of him emptying himself into me was like a balm.

I shuddered with my own release and my nails raked through his inky dark hair as I swallowed his moans. Our heartbeats synced up in a whole new melody that would be forever ours.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that. Me slumped over him like a boneless, melted marshmallow. The sun made its appearance, and I moaned as he shifted under me.

“Alex,” I yelped as he stood up.

He just grinned at me and locked his hands under my ass. “I need my bed, duchess.”

My head fell onto his shoulder. “I can walk.”

“Sure about that, Gumby?”

“Shut up.” I wasn’t quite at modeling clay status, but it was damn close. “You’ll kill us if you try to go down those stairs with me.”

“Handy, I have an elevator.”

“You do?”

“You think I brought up all those plants and furniture through my bedroom?”

“Hmm. That’s true.” I laced my hands behind his neck and swung my legs a little. “Romantic fool.”

“Fool is right.”

I bit his shoulder, thrilled when he growled in response. He ambled under another pergola with thicker vines and exploding flowers to an industrial elevator, cage door and all. It smelled of earthy things I’d never be able to name, but it seemed sturdy enough for the two of us. We went down one floor, but instead of going through the same gate, he turned around and punched a button. The other side of the elevator slid open with barely a whisper.

“Oh my God, do you have a secret passageway?” Giddy, I bounced a little in his arms.

He grunted. “Possibly.”

“How positively medieval.” I peered around the narrow hallway lit with a thin line of LED lights along the floor. It wasn’t candlelight and spiderwebs, but I was not surprised Nash had a secret passageway.

I would’ve actually been disappointed if he hadn’t, considering his level of secrecy in all things.

He pressed a button and the end of the hallway opened into a dimly lit room. He kept walking and the soft click of the doorway closing revealed a huge shelving unit. “So cool.”

He shook his head, but his lips were twitching.

I gripped his shoulders as he swung me around to the bed, but it was too late, he let me go. I bounced onto the bed with a snap of teeth. “You’re such an asshole.”

He crawled over me with a devilish grin. “You love that I don’t treat you like glass.”

I scuttled back and bumped into something furry. The hiss of a cat had me curling around Nash again.

He laughed then reached over me to stroke down the massive tabby cat. Sarge’s green eye didn’t leave mine even as he purred for Nash. He neatly leaped down to the floor and sauntered out of the room.

The thump of heavy paws was my only warning before Brutus, who weighed about as much as Jamie, leaped on Nash and the two of them flattened me.

I let out a gasp that turned into a giggle as Brutus stood on Nash’s back, his huge paws digging into his shoulder. I peeked over to see his massive paw denting my man’s superior backside as well.

Nash tried to wiggle him off, but Brutus thought it was playtime.

My laughter turned into a squeal as the dog hit him in a tender place. Nash let out a howl, which Brutus echoed with feverish glee.

I was curled into a ball laughing while Nash tried to push him off the bed. “Not today, B.”

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