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But…

Was he crazy?

“Are you crazy?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

I took the note and the book and put them on my nightstand.

After which, I promptly returned to Battle.

And jumped him.

The room was dark.

Battle was asleep, head on my pillow, the one I was leaning up against. His arm was resting snug around my hips.

I had a little reading light shaped like a sloth that I was using to read Prue’s extraordinary book.

Battle was right.

The story had depth, also emotion, heat, humor.

And the illustrations were crazy-amazing.

However, I’d had two orgasms, so as much as I wanted to keep reading, I was losing it.

I didn’t want to miss anything.

I’d have to return to the book tomorrow.

I switched off the light and set it and the book aside.

I slouched down and turned into Battle’s embrace.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” he murmured sleepily.

“No, it’s exceptional.”

His arm got tighter around me.

I curled mine around him.

“’Night, love,” he said.

“’Night, baby,” I replied.

And we went to sleep.

CHAPTER 22

THE SPIES

“Up here, Vivienne,” Battle ordered hoarsely. “Now.”

His cock still deep in my mouth, I looked up his defined abs, over his perfectly-sprinkled-with-dark-hair pecs, his strong throat to his flushed face and dilated eyes and kept sucking him off.

I got in two more strokes with my mouth before his hands were under my arms, and he was hauling me up his body while he sat up.