Page 153 of Play Dirty (Brooklyn Dawn 1)

“Nothing feels like you. Nothing will ever match this.”

I shivered at his words, wrapping my arms around him. His thrusts came harder. We couldn’t avoid the end.

It was always there, waiting for us.

“This is just the beginning,” I panted into his mouth. I bit down on his lower lip as the strangling vines of pleasure wrapped around me and strengthened with each thrust. His name was a chant and a prayer as the bright, sunny room went dark for a moment.

His groan echoed into me and flowered like the orchids he planted for me.

He held onto me as I shivered and vibrated around him.

He tucked his chin against my neck. I was pretty sure he was shaking just as badly. All I could do was hold him back.

We stayed like that until our legs were too numb to hold the position.

We slumped onto the bed. The shafts of sunlight had moved to slash across our tangled legs. He kissed my shoulder and opened his mouth to say something.

Toenails and heavy feet came barreling through the door. Alex lost his breath as Brutus nosedived between us.

I laughed. Part of me wanted to know what he was going to say, but another part of me was glad for the interruption.

“All right, needs. I get it.” Nash pushed B’s huge head out of his armpit. “What the hell, man?”

I tucked a sheet around me to save me from the dog’s flailing feet. “Smells all our sexy pheromones. Probably isn’t used to smelling them for a bit.”

“Ever.” Nash’s eyes tracked to me. He stared at me hard before swinging his feet off the bed. “No one has ever been in this bed but you, duchess.”

I gripped his unscarred shoulder to stop him from getting up. “Is it wrong to be glad about that?”

He leaned back to kiss me. “I like when you’re proprietary. Why don’t you shower while I take him out? We’ll get some food.”

Brutus leaped off the bed, his whip of a tail wagging incessantly. He paced to the door and back again before doing a long stretch with his front paws, his rear end dropping down to a seated position as he let out an impatient groan.

“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea. In fact, would you mind coming to Ripper HQ with me?”

He frowned. “What do you need to go there for?”

“Donovan is in New York. He wants to talk to me about what happened.”

Nash’s brows snapped lower. “Why?”

“Donovan has been on me to increase security for a while. I just want to make sure he doesn’t go apeshit about it.”

“As well he should. Why don’t you have security?”

I shrugged. “We use the people at the venues. It has always been enough before.”

“Those people aren’t properly trained.”

I crossed my arms over the sheet. “Well, it’s never been an issue.”

“Until now.”

I sighed. “Until now.”

“Yes, then get dressed.”

“Nash.”

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