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“Yeah, but not yet.”

“I love a good strategy.” He smirks. “Just hope karma doesn’t come back to bite us in the ass.”

I nod but I can’t fight my smile. “It’ll be worth it.”

18

HANNAH

“Case? Are you home?” I call out into the mostly darkened house. His truck is in the driveway so he has to be here somewhere.

“In here.” His voice is pained, and I follow the sound to the living room.

“Jesus, what happened?” I ask as I drop my purse and our food onto the table before sitting next to him on the couch.

The icepack he’s holding obscures half his face. “Karma.” He chuffs. “It looks worse than it is.”

Peeling his hand away, I do my best to hide my shock at the welt on his forehead and the accompanying bruise. I huff when my gaze lands on the haphazardly placed butterfly bandage.

“What happened?”

“Wasn’t paying attention workin’ on a car with Hank, and I misjudged the clearance and smacked my head.”

“Did you clean it?”

“A little.”

I growl, “Don’t go anywhere.”

After changing out of my work clothes and into a tank top and shorts, I find a first aid kit under the sink and then wash my hands before returning to Case. He hasn’t moved.

Placing the kit on the couch next to him, I grab everything I think I’ll need and then rip open the alcohol wipe and straddle his lap.

“What are you doing?”

“Distracting you with my boobs.”

“Why—ow!” He hisses as the wipe makes contact with the gash on his forehead that probably should have gotten stitches. I push my chest into his face and he sighs as he nuzzles my breasts while still giving me the access I need.

“Aww, do you feel better?” I tease.

“Might be better if you took your tank top off.”

“Is that right?”

He shrugs innocently but his eyes darken as I reach for the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head.

“I love your tits. I’ve been thinking about them all damn day.”

His mouth grazes over my skin, his stubble igniting pleasure in its wake. My breasts spill over the cups of my bra, and I reach behind me and undo the clasp. Case groans as his roughened palms cup and fondle me before his mouth closes over my nipple.

He sucks and swirls his tongue before clamping his teeth down over the sensitive peak. I cry out, my nails digging into the back of his neck to hold him in place. I should probably be wary of his change of heart, but he feels so damn good I’ll die if he stops.

“Do you like that?”

“Yes,” I pant.

“Han?”

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