Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Why not?” Domino asks.
I’m not going to come right out and say why, of course. “Because he didn’t even know his boss was dirty. And you saw what he just did with me. I don’t exactly trust his judgment.”
“Technically, Saint saw it, but okay, you have a point. Anyone who has sex with you is obviously missing that part of their brain that makes good decisions.”
“You’re a funny fucker, aren’t you? So, where do we go from here?”
“I’ve got Iris and Zeus on that Hale guy now, but I haven’t heard from them since I sent them out at the ass crack of dawn when I got your text.”
Dylan’s voice comes from the doorway to my room. “They can’t find him, can they?”
“We don’t know that,” I say, when really, we do. My guys would update us if they had him.
Dylan chuckles. “Mmhmm. Keep ignoring my advice, then. They’re your guys and your time.”
“Domino, I gotta go,” I say.
“I bet you do. Have fun, kids. I’ll make sure to text through my updates for the rest of the day.”
“Smartass,” I mumble and hit End on the call.
“What was that about?” Dylan asks.
I rub my chin. “Hmm, to tell the truth or not …”
“What happened to never lying to me?”
“You didn’t believe it anyway, so what’s the point? Ooh, I could tell you all the stories of how I once fought off an invasion of transforming robots from outer space. I befriended one of them because he was a good robot, but he couldn’t talk because his voice box had been damaged in battle—”
“What’s sadder, a grown-ass man in his forties admitting to having watched the Transformer movies or the much younger, hotter thirty-year-old being entertained by it?”
“Thirty?” I scoff. “You’re midthirties, babe. I’m pretty sure I can even see some gray hair coming through.” I step toward him and inspect his head, trying to spot them.
He swats me away. “Fuck off.”
“Hey, you’re getting better at keeping animosity out of your tone when you tell me to fuck off now. It was the orgasm, wasn’t it? There’s more where that came from. Who knows, maybe by the time I get you out of this professional mess, you might actually be able to have a conversation with me without rolling your eyes.” I gasp.
He looks like he wants to dispute that, but he doesn’t. “The orgasm did help, if I’m honest.”
“More orgasms,” I demand and try to close the gap between us.
Dylan pushes against my chest. “Nice try. We need to work.”
“It’s probably for the best. I have no doubt my guys are probably tracking the live feed of the ranch after our show.”
“What do you mean?”
I rub the back of my neck. “That was my roundabout way of letting you know we accidentally made a sex tape.” I quickly add, “It’s been deleted. But, uh, yeah, oops.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but then he slumps. “I’m not even surprised your compound is monitored that closely.”
“The cameras kind of slipped my mind the second your mouth was on mine.”
“How many guys saw it?” Dylan bites his lip.
“One. Well, and Domino. I promise you it’s gone.”
“Note to self. Don’t have sex with Trav at the ranch.”
I smile and do a dance. “Someone’s getting a repeat.”
“I take it back. Don’t have sex with Trav. Period. It turns him into the gloating show pony I’ve grown to hate.”
“Come on. You like the show pony. Even if it’s only a little. And you know this pony is hung like a hors—”
“Don’t even go there. I like that you’re helping me not get killed, but I’d prefer you spent more time focusing on that and less on trying to have sex with me.”
“Ooh, are we compromising again? What if for every lead I find on Walker, you give me an hour of sex.”
“A minute of sex.”
“It’s cute you think a minute is all that it would take.”
“You never said you had to finish,” he murmurs.
How is Dylan so fucking perfect for me? “Okay, theoretically, if I get, say, ten leads on Walker, I can have ten minutes of any part of your body? My choosing?”
“Good luck finding that many leads, though. And no rewards in this house.”
“There are no cameras in my room.” I waggle my eyebrows.
“Okay, good. I was going to say I might be out of a job, but I’m not looking to go into porn.”
“Hey, don’t shame sex workers. Porn is a hard job. A really, really hard job.”
Dylan hums. “A forty-one-year-old who acts his shoe size and not his age. How is it possible you’ve gotten me to have sex with you twice?”
“It’s because we’re soul—”
“If you say soul mates, I swear on my mother’s life, I’ll walk back to LA.”
“We’re soul … companions? Soul friends? Soul fuck buddies. Yep, that’s the one. You’re my soul fuck buddy for life. SFB, for the win.”