Page 77 of Their Tracked Obsession

Saint blocked the pillow with his arm and hung up the phone.

“I already ordered you a cup of java.” Saint picked up the pillow from the floor.

I sat up on the side of the bed and pulled on some shorts, only for the pillowcase to hit me in the head. “Hey!”

I threw the pillow back and put on a robe.

“You started it.” Saint caught the cushion with two hands and loomed over me with the pillow over his head. “Surrender now or prepare to meet your fate.”

“I surrender! I surrender!” I held my hands up in front of me and waved my white flag of defeat. “Okay?”

Saint brought the cushion down and laid it beside me. “Good wife. You beat me last time in a pillow fight, but this time—”

I swung the pillow right into my husband’s face, and feathers flew everywhere. I made my move and jumped at him with my legs wrapped around his midsection. Saint tumbled down with me back onto the bed. He was on top of me until I switched up positions and straddled him. Our laughter filled the room as white fluff fell all around us.

“Cheap shot, Liv,” Saint chuckled as he tickled my sides and wouldn’t let me get away. “I’ll have my revenge.”

“That tickles!” I giggled and squirmed above him. “Stop!”

“No way!” Saint exclaimed.

There was a knock at the door.

“Room service,” a deep voice called out through the door.

“I’ll get it.” Sin peered down at us with a lopsided grin. “You two keep up the foreplay, and I’ll join in after I come back with breakfast.”

“Yes!” Saint let go of me and made his hand into a high-energy fist pump into the air. “Breakfast in bed.”

I took the opportunity to leap up and scurry off the bed, but I made a beeline for the front door. “Nope! I got it.”

I beat Sin with my hand already on the knob and the door opening before Sin could protest. My morning brew awaited me, and the smell was heavenly. My eyes fluttered as I took a deep breath in and inhaled the delicious aroma of coffee.

“Thank you for bringing breakfast.” I sighed with a smile and leaned against the doorframe. “This smells amazing. Hold on a second.”

I pushed off the wooden frame and left the door open a crack.

Sin caught my arm, and his eyes flashed with caution. “Everything alright?”

“I’m fine.” I glanced down at his hand and back up at him. “Let go of me, Sin. I got this.”

Sin grunted. He released his hand, and I retrieved my purse. I brushed past Sin and opened the door.

“Sorry about that…” I tapped a hand against my forehead and rolled my eyes. “I forgot to get you a tip.”

“No. Unnecessary.” The server grinned, and his gaze dropped to the front of my robe, which hung loosely against my body. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Creep. He was checking out my cleavage!

I became self-conscious and pulled the front of my robe together. I took out a bill and handed it to the man for him to take. His gaze traveled down to my freshly shaven legs. Sure, I had a nice tan from the Bahamian sun, but he didn’t have the right to gawk at me like I was a hunk of meat for him to eat.

“Okay.” I sighed with confusion and tucked the money away when he didn’t take it.

He didn’t even acknowledge the boundary I tried to set as I stepped back to let Sin take over and pick up the order. Instead, the server reached out his greedy hand toward me. He was inches away from touching me.

Huge mistake, buddy.

Everything happened quickly. Someone pushed me aside, out of harm’s way, and before I could blink an eye, Sin had the touchy room service attendant up against the wall. My husband clenched his collar in his grip, and the hem of his shirt choked him.