Page 67 of Venomous Games

“I’ll be right out,” Boston says, and Victor’s gaze flicks to me. “Stop looking at my wife, Victor.”

“Hope the cleanup wasn’t too much trouble for you, Victor,” I chirp with a smile.

He eyes me like I’ve gone crazy and shakes his head before he turns and leaves the room.

Boston closes the door and then faces me.

“Why’d you tell him to stop looking at me?” I ask, confused.

“Because you’re in nothing but a towel.”

“So?”

“So, what’s under that towel is mine. And if a man ever thinks he can have what is under it…” He steps close to me. “I’ll fucking kill him.”

“How romantic,” I gush, which pulls a small smile from his lips.

I lean up and give him a quick kiss before I go to his dresser. I drop the towel, pull out one of his shirts, and slide it on. “You don’t mind, do you?” I ask. “I didn’t get a chance to unpack everything.”

“I’ll unpack everything for you,” he offers. “I know you hate to do it.”

“Thanks, Detective,” I say, then climb into bed. I watch as he gets dressed, taking him in. I can honestly say he’s growing on me, and even though I tried not to, I like the man. Hell, I like him so much I let him put his cock inside me more than once, and will continue to do so because it feels fucking fabulous.

Once he has his shirt buttoned, he walks around the bed and leans down to kiss me. Our lips linger a little longer than necessary, but eventually he pulls away and heads toward the door. As he opens it, he looks back at me, and I note the slight curve of his lips.

“What?” I ask.

“I like you in my bed.”

“Good, because it’s comfy and I’m tired.”

“I put your phone on the charger. It’s on the bedside table next to you.” He nods to the nightstand and then leaves, shutting the door behind him. I hear the front door open, and a notification flashes on my phone, letting me know someone is at the front. I click it, then I watch him get in his car, and another car drives off in front of him.

I go to put the phone down just as it rings.

“So… I got another email,” Carrie says.

“Okay,” I answer.

“I’m not sure you’ll like this job request.”

“Why wouldn’t I like it? You know I don’t care. You tell me the details, and we leave it at that, no questions, no emotions.”

“No, Maven, you should hear this one.”

I stifle a yawn. “Just send it to me. I’ll do it in the morning.”

“It’s Boston,” she blurts.

I sit up in the bed, shocked at what I just heard. “What do you mean?” I throw the blanket off and go looking for my shorts. I start opening boxes, only to get mad when the first one is just shirts. “Fuck these boxes.”

“Maven, calm down. What are you doing?”

“Trying to find clothes so I can kill whoever thinks it would be a good idea to put a hit on my husband. And you? How are you even able to call me at this time?” I grumble, and the phone falls from where I have it wedged between my shoulder and ear. I don’t bother picking it up as I tear another box open, only to find it full of sleepwear. The clothes spill out of it as I drop it to the floor. I search through several more boxes until I come upon the one with jeans. I grab a pair, slide them on, then pick up my phone.

“Carrie, are you still there?”

“Yes. I asked my hacker to look into who it came from. He said to give him a few minutes. And as for me contacting you outside the normal time, I may or may not be on good terms with one of the nurses. They also let me use the computers when no one is here. I helped them fix one once.”