Page 51 of Play Fast (Brooklyn Dawn 2)

Oz growled and stepped directly in front of me. I lifted the phone and aimed—until he snatched it and turned the camera around to face me. Rather than freak out, I leaned back on my hands and grinned.

He grinned back and took picture after picture.

Noah jumped down from his last pull-up. He wasn’t even winded. “If you two are done playing, let’s go get some lunch.”

“Go?” I echoed, snatching back my phone when Oz glanced over his shoulder.

“Yes. We can’t stay locked up in here forever.”

“You haven’t even been here a day,” Oz muttered before snagging my hand and dragging me down the hall. “Time for that shower.”

“I’m already clean,” I protested.

The bathroom door shut behind us, and I realized Oz’s idea of cleansing involved a whole lot of getting dirty.

Which I would’ve been wholeheartedly onboard with, if not for the buzz of his even thicker scruff along my already sensitive neckline.

“Hang on, Osmond.” I used his full name deliberately, just for the joy of seeing him move back to scowl down at me.

“You promised.” He pointed at me. “Now you must die.”

I let out a squeal as he tossed me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

Instantly, a knock sounded at the door. “Everything okay in there?”

My skin flushed scarlet. I didn’t have to see myself to know it, because my cheeks were literally on fire. “We’re fine. Sorry, I’m ticklish.”

“She’s fine, Dad,” Oz yelled.

Noah’s footsteps beat a hasty retreat as I slid down Oz’s large, deliciously sweaty body and buried my face in his chest. “Oh, God, I can’t have sex with him here. I can’t have sex with you again anyway, not like this.”

He grabbed a fistful of my topknot and gently lifted my head. “Virgin’s remorse?”

“No. Sensitive skin.” I pulled down the collar of my top and he lifted his brows at my reddened flesh. “So, either we give it a rest or you have to shave.” My eyes widened. “Oh, yes, let me shave you.”

He backed into the door so fast he almost stumbled. “Nuh uh.”

I advanced on him. “C’mon. I’m good at it. Do you know how many shaves I’ve given?”

He narrowed his eyes. “You get paid to shave men? I want names and numbers so I can kick all of their asses.”

His teasing tone made me wiggle my fingers. “I’ll give you a freebie.”

“I’m quite capable of shaving myself, you know.”

“So, do it.” I tilted my head. “I was going to give you a topless shave, but if you’d rather do it yourself, be my guest.”

He tugged me closer, but he didn’t kiss me. He wasn’t nearly as gruff and inconsiderate as he seemed at first glance. “How much for bottomless too?”

“Better idea. I want to taste you.”

He rubbed his thumb over my lower lip. “Your deals never quite benefit you.”

“Says who?” I licked my lips, deliberately running my tongue over his fingertip. His low groan made my nipples tighten. “I’ve imagined peeling off your pants ever since—”

“Since you spied on my manhood in the shower, you little pervert?” He filled his hands with my ass and tugged me up against him, demonstrating he was also a pervert who’d gotten hard at the mention of me creeping on him.

“I’d never seen one before, and I was curious. Can you blame me for wanting to start at the top?”

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