Page 28 of Crazy In Love (Secrets of Suburbi 3)

"Hey."

I turned around and stared at Noah. He flashed me his perfect grin.

I was wrong. He looked better in this outfit than a tux. "Hey, Noah." I hadn't been using his name. But the jig was up. He'd seen the tan line on my finger. He knew. I knew that he knew. And he was going to tell me everything.

"I like the pajamas better without the matching pants," he said.

The fact that he had no reaction to his name was more proof that he remembered. I was going to get him to tell me everything. "Yeah?" I unbuttoned the top few buttons. "I think you'll like what's underneath even more." I unbuttoned the rest and let it balance precariously on my shoulders. I guess I'm definitely going through with it. Don't look at me, Snuggle Muffins!

"We can both agree on that," he said as my satin nightgown came into view.

"So I was thinking. Maybe every time you tell me something I want to know...I'll lose an article of clothing of your choice."

His Adam's apple rose and then fell. "That sounds like a fair arrangement. But first, I'm pretty sure your dog needs to use the bathroom."

"Our dog," I corrected as I looked over Snuggle Muffins. "He's fine. I'm litter training him." I pointed to the litter box I'd set up in the corner of the basement. The two men in my life needed to learn how to share.

"Yeah...that's not a thing."

"Of course it is. He's just as smart as a cat. He'll figure it out."

"Smarter than a cat. Which is why he's never going to use that box. He doesn't want to step around in his own piss."

Huh. I never thought of it like that.

"Yup. He's definitely about to pee on Rudolph."

I watched as Snuggle Muffins started to lift his leg. He was going to perform the perfect fire hydrant arch.

"Bad dog!" I ran over, lifted his furry little body, and got him safely into the litter box before he ruined Rudolph. "There." I sighed when he emptied his bladder in the box. "Good boy." I patted his head. "Now, where were we?" I turned around.

"You're going to make me use that too, aren't you? That's what you were talking about earlier?"

"Let's not talk about your bathroom arrangements right now. You're kind of ruining the mood." I pulled my flannel pajama top closed again.

He raised his left eyebrow. "Then ask me a question. I'll answer it. And you'll lose the flannel top."

"I thought you liked it?"

"I'd like it better pooling around your ankles."

I tried to hide my smile. Which became easier as I thought about my first question. "Do you think maple syrup and hockey are sexy? Like...would you find me more attractive if I guzzled syrup and wore hockey jerseys around the house? Is that what men are into these days?" Just thinking about it made me mad. I'd introduced Noah to syrup. Shouldn't that give me Canadian status in our sex life?

"I don’t think maple syrup is sexy unless it's poured all over your naked body. And I'm more of a football fan. But if you wanted to wear a football jersey around the house and nothing else...yeah, I could get down with that. And your French toast is amazing. You can drizzle maple syrup over that whenever you want. Now lose the pajama top."

"What?" I gripped the fabric tighter. "Shit." Why had I asked that question? It didn't get me anything and gave him what he wanted. I was supposed to be playing him, not the other way around. I needed to be smarter about my next question. "Fine." I pulled off the warm fabric and tossed it on the chair in front of him.

"Beautiful," he said.

I swallowed hard. My throat was acting weird. Not having the flannel made me cold. I was probably going to get sick. I swallowed hard again as his eyes trailed down my body. I glanced down at the thin satin fabric. What the hell had I been thinking? I folded my arms across my chest.

He smiled.

I looked back down. Folding my arms had basically shoved my breasts up to my chin. Damn it. I dropped my hands to my sides.

"My turn for a question," he said. "How would you feel about tying me to our bed instead of this chair?"

"That's not...that's not how this game works. You don't get to ask questions."

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