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“I’ll probably get my bed from my parents’ house.”
“That’s madness,” he hissed.
I tugged the goggles completely off my head now that we were in the garage. “It’s not madness. This is how normal people live. They save up and then furnish their new place. The first step was getting the house. The next step will be furnishing it.”
He studied me for a long moment, a habit I was growing used to. “I have some things in storage. Why don’t I send them over?”
“What kind of things?” I raised a brow because this had come out of left field.
“A bed. A couch. A table and chairs. I wasn’t able to use them.”
“You weren’t able to use them in your mansion?” I pressed. The whole thing seemed suspicious.
“Correct. Usabnormal peoplesometimes purchase too many things, and they don’t fit.” He pushed out of the car and came around to open my door, but I was already out.
“It just seems odd that you have all the things that I need.” I followed him inside.
He whipped around, and my chest slammed into his. “I have extra furniture that I’m not using, Georgia. And you need furniture. Stop making this more difficult than it needs to be.”
“Fine. I’ll pay you for it,” I said, our eyes locked on one another.
He groaned. “Are you really going to make me say it?”
“Say what?”
“I have more money than I know what to do with. I don’t need you to pay me for furniture that I’m not using anyway. Isn’t this what friends do?” He smirked.
My shoulders relaxed. “I suppose. So, we really are friends, aren’t we?”
“Well, if you were a really good friend, you’d let me take you to the bedroom and have my way with you before my brother gets here.”
“I could live with that,” I said over my laughter.
“Good.” He kicked off his shoes and tossed his coat onto the couch. “Don’t ask your parents for the bed. I’ve got one, and I’ll get it all moved over there.”
“You’re so sexy when you talk about furniture and moving,” I said over a fit of giggles. He rushed me and tossed me over his shoulder.
“I’ll show you sexy, Georgia Reynolds.”
He carried me to his bedroom and dropped me onto the bed. He bent down and tugged off my boots one at a time and tossed them onto the floor. He peeled off each item of clothing that I wore, one at a time.
“How many pieces of clothing can one woman possibly wear?” he grouched, and I laughed and shook my head.
“It was cold out there.”
Once he had me completely bare, he stared down at me. “Yeah? How about I warm you up, baby?”
My chest squeezed. I didn’t know if it was the way that he was looking at me, or that he’d just called me baby.
I sucked in a breath and nodded. He tugged his sweater over his head and pushed his jeans down, along with his briefs. I’d never tire of seeing this man naked.
He crawled over me, his mouth crashing into mine.
And then he kissed his way down my neck and my chest. His hands were everywhere.
“I love your fucking body so much, Tink. I want to mark you as mine in every way.”
Fling. Fling. Fling.
