Page 105 of Messy Strokes (Wrecked Roommates)

“Oh, really?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“You know our daughter is sound asleep in her car seat, right?” I point to the giraffe blanket covering my napping baby near the shed’s entrance.

“Which is why I’ll be back in a second.”

Confused, I ask, “Where are you going?”

He picks up Penny’s car seat and heads to the exit.

“Milo,” I call. “Seriously. Where are you going?”

“Jos is gonna babysit.”

“Jos?”

“It’s his house,” Milo explains. “He’ll keep an eye on Penny so I can”––his heated gaze rolls over me again––“focus.”

“Are you kidding me right now?” I ask with a light laugh. “What if he comes in?”

“Since when are you afraid of being caught?”

“Since I became a responsible mother.”

With his dimples on full display, he chuckles, and the sound goes straight to my core. “I thought we already discussed this. Just because you’re a responsible mother doesn’t mean you don’t get to have fun anymore. Be naked when I get back.” He leaves the shed without another word, and I shake my head, watching his tight ass as he walks away. When he’s out of sight, I continue my inspection of Milo’s home away from home.

It’s cool.

Urban-y.

Rich.

Raw.

With an industrial flair that screams masculinity.

It’s the perfect place to get your hands dirty and be creative.

And even though I can barely draw a stick figure, I love it. The smell. The random paint splotches littering the concrete and metal walls. All of it.

Milo’s footsteps echo from outside a few minutes later. He stops at the entrance as I look back at him, his body framed by the doorway as he clutches the top of the doorjamb, making his biceps bulge.

“I thought I told you to be naked,” he growls.

“Since when have I ever been a good listener?”

He chuckles, the sound dark and rich as he stalks closer. I step back, my ass hitting the counter, and I dig my fingers into the edge of it to keep me from melting into a damn puddle.

This man.

This sexy, unruly man.

He might be the death of me.

Every heavy footstep of his pulses in my sex as he stalks closer, leaving me nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. And I love it. I feel safe with him. Protected. Like he could burn the world down if he wanted to, but he won’t unless it’s to keep me safe.

Caging me in on both sides with his hands, he bends forward, his hot, minty breath tickling my cheeks. “Get naked.”

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