Page 61 of Entangled

“Yeah.” He slumps miserably.

Then he brightens, turning in the tub with a little gasp of pain.

“Hey, you’re a doctor!” he exclaims as I gently push him back down.

“Hope so, or you’re in a lot of trouble. I stuck a needle in your lung. You know how cool that is? I don’t get enough credit,” I lament.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re very talented,” Lucky says dismissively. “But what doyouthink? About the doctor-patient thing?”

“Jasper’s not arealdoctor,” I continue, stroking the conditioner through his hair. “Now if he were apsychiatrist, they get medical training.Thatwould be impressive. Jasper just knows about psychics and stuff. Gimme another drink.”

“No!” Lucky holds the bottle out of reach, trying to sit forward, but I pull him back by his hair and swipe it. “He doesn’t know about psychics; he knows aboutpsychos.” He cracks up, then splashes me. “Pay attention!”

My head is spinning. I set Sherry beside the tub—nasty gal she is—and start rinsing Lucky’s hair. “Aw, Lucky, I don’t know. I’m a body doctor. It’s different. Maybe heisin your head. Did you ever think of that? He could be right.”

“I did,” he admits. His cheeks are bright red. I’d be worried except they do that every time he drinks. He blows a frustrated raspberry. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t really love him. He hasn’t even had a session with me in years; he switched me to another psychologist a year before he retired. I think it was because I told him all about that daddy sadist—what was his name?”

“Who?” I squint. “Oh,Greg? You bottomed forGreg?”

“Greg! That’s it. Hairy shoulders.” Lucky nods, waving Sherry around as I start to towel his locks dry. “Anyway, the point I’m making, and it’s an impotent point?—”

I bend over his hair, cackling.

“Impotent.Important, damn it. It’s an important point,” he lectures, but then his voice turns to a hushed whisper. “I love him. Why can’t that be enough?”

“Ah, Lucky.” I sigh, squeezing his good shoulder. He tilts his head back to look at me sadly again. “He just wants to protect you.”

His lips tighten. “The best place to protect me is from inside me.” Lucky blinks. “Besideme. I meant— Stoplaughing. This is a serious conversation!”

Pressing the back of my hand over my mouth, I try to stop my sniggers, and he rolls his head loopily, scowling at me. It makes me snort harder.

I wheeze. “I’m sorry.” When I can finally breathe, I repeat, “Sorry.Sorry. It’s Sherry—she poisoned me. I’m serious. I promise.”

I scrape a hand down my face, then go and take a drink from the bathroom tap. “Okay, I’m back in it.” I lean on the edge of the bathtub and ask, casual as a hen in a pen, “So where does that leave Eden?”

The lonesome cast to Lucky’s features breaks into daisies and rainbows. “She’s so pretty.”

Her big, dazed blue-gray eyes pop to mind, her hair all askew as I fucked her mouth, fitted between me and Dom like my favorite fantasy.

“Yeah.” My agreement comes on a long exhale.

For all that’s good, I really hope she’s okay. I don’t know what I’ll do if she’s not.

“She let me cuddle her all night. Didn’t complain once. And we just talked and talked. She’s so smart, like crazy smart. She knows about so many things.” Lucky flicks some water between his fingers. “God, Beau, the way she smells. I just want to lick her. Like all the time.”

Sheisgood for licking.

No! Damn it, no. Focus. This is a reconnaissance mission.

Lucky’s in love with the evil overlord. Does he love sweet, serious Eden? Or does he just want to lick her? I know better than most how she can warm a man right to the bone... but has he really thought this one through?

“But she’s not a sadist. She’s not even a domme.” I shake my head. “Not evenclose.”

Lucky’s chin juts out. “So what?”

“Soooo,” I say, waving my hands, “how’s that meant to work? Are you two planning on just having boring, vanilla sex for the rest of your lives?”

He throws his head back, his eyes bruised blue and mortally offended.

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