“It’s still my turn,” he pointed out, biting back a smile as he watched his devious wife try to manipulate him.

“Is it though?” she asked with a pitying look.

“I rolled doubles,” he reminded her.

“But they weren’t evens,” she said with a shrug as she gave the dice a toss and-

“Looks like I get to roll again,” she said, clearly biting back a smile.

“You’re a little cheat,” he bit out.

“Because I’m winning?” she asked, giving up on trying to bite back that devious little smile that was threatening to break free.

“Because you’re cheating,” he pointed out.

“Is this because you’re a sore loser?” she asked, looking thoughtful.

“I’m not playing with you anymore,” he said firmly even as he had to admit that he’d never enjoyed spending time with anyone this much before. She was sweet, kind, and devious and he couldn’t get enough of her. Every day she made him smile, made him relax, and tempted him into wanting more.

“Really? Because there was this other game that I was thinking of showing you but maybe it’s for the best since I would probably win anyway,” she said, looking thoughtful as he sat there, deciding that he would happily play whatever game she wanted to show him just so that he could wipe that smug little smile off her face.

*-*-*-*

“No,” the stubborn man said with a glare as he allowed his eyes to turn red, no doubt hoping that the move would save him from having to do this.

“Please!” Samantha said, wondering why he was being so difficult about this.

“Not a chance in hell, wife,” Trace bit out.

“Pretty please? I won’t ask you to do it again if you do it this one time. I promise!” she said with a hopeful smile as he continued to stand there, glaring down at her and then-

“Fine!” he snapped as he grabbed the book off the shelf and stormed past her, dropping down on the bed with a glare.

“Thank you!” Samantha said, not wasting any time in crawling onto the bed and settling back against him, sighed and then gestured for him to continue.

She normally wasn’t into this sort of thing, but…

God, she loved his voice.

There was a heavy sigh and then, “Please tell me that you didn’t really tell Judge Peters to go fuck himself,” Ryan said with a forlorn sigh as he leaned back against the other side of the cell’s locked door, acting like this surprised him.

“Fine. I won’t,” Hunter said, trying to get comfortable on the paper-thin mattress before finally giving up on the lost cause and-”

“No, skip to the sexy parts,” Samantha said, interrupting him as she laid her head back against his chest and closed her eyes, fully prepared to savor the sound of his voice.

“No.”

“You promised,” she reminded him.

“I changed my mind.”

Opening her eyes, she tilted her head back and asked, “Do you really want to do that?” with a pitying look.

His eyes narrowed as he considered her and then, with one last glare, he focused back on the book and angrily flipped through it as she settled back against him and closed her eyes.

“Oh, god,” she mumbled on a shaky breath when he did it again.

“Look at me, Kylie,” Hunter said as he reached down and pulled her other leg up, giving her no other choice but to wrap her legs around his waist as she met his gaze.

Tags: R.L. Mathewson Pyte/Sentinel Fantasy
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