Page 72

"Oh, my God. You actually made a mess."

"Don't get used to it."

Her smile turns downright wicked.

"Too late."

I straighten and step toward the bed.

She holds up a hand.

"Did I say you could come closer?"

Fucking hell.

I stop.

Kierra looks far too pleased with herself.

"Good boy."

My eyebrows shoot up.

"Careful, darlin'."

She bites back a grin.

"Or what?"

I cross my arms.

"You're about to find out."

"I intend to." She beckons me closer. "Now come here and take off my shirt."

I step between her knees.

"Anything else, Counselor?"

"Plenty. But one thing at a time."

I catch the hem of the shirt and pull it over her head.

She's wearing nothing underneath.

Damn.

"You're pushing your luck, chaos."

She grins up at me.

"Then it's a good thing you're feeling generous."

I grin.

"What next?"

She catches my hand and pulls me closer.