Page 52 of One Night Puck (Las Vegas Angels 3)

“Probably. Women of a certain age seem to need that stuff.”

My hand found hers and stopped what she was doing to me. “How about I go find some? And we try again?”

“Where are you going to find personal lubricant at three in the morning?” she asked, and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“In Vegas? Probably a lot of places.”

“Good point.”

I lifted her chin with my fingers and kissed her gently. “I’ll be right back. Don’t move.”

Then I pushed out of bed, my knee giving me reason to groan. “Fucking knee,” I mumbled, reaching around for my clothes.

Marianne sat up in bed.

Before she could do anything else, I grabbed her legs. “You are not allowed to move.”

“I’m not?”

I shook my head, and restated the fact, “No, you are not allowed to move. You stay in bed, so I know where you are.”

She quirked her head. “Are you having some kind of fit, Wes?”

I nodded. “Yep. It’s the kind of fit where if I come back and find you’re not here—I’ll blow my fuckin’ top.”

“And why would I not be here?”

I gazed right into her eyes. “I don’t know, but I’m not taking the chance. You’re staying right here.”

Her hands ran up my arms, and she smiled. “You’re bossier than I remember.”

After I nodded, I said, “I’ve learned my lesson with you.”

I let go of her legs and finished getting dressed. As I slipped on my shoes, a thought occurred to me.

“Give me your phone,” I said, then pulled mine out of my pocket.

She reached over to her side table and grabbed it.

I snatched it out of her hands.

After I programmed my number into hers, I called my phone.

I leaned down on my hands—caging Marianne in with my arms.

“Do not leave this bed. Do you understand?” I said to her in my sternest of voices. And I meant it, too.

All she did was smile and kiss me back. “So bossy.”

“Damn right,” I said before straightening up. “Stay on that phone with me the whole time. Do not hang up.” I pointed my finger at the phone in her hand.

“What exactly do you think I’m going to do?” she asked with a quizzical tone.

God, she looked delicious right now.

Her hair all out to—there.

Mussed up from our hot make-out session.

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