“Good point. We’ll go straight to being naked. Save the lace for another night.”
“Finn!” She fails miserably at sounding aggravated.
“Presley, go finish your workout before I pick you up and carry you out of here. Your attempt to act irritated is cute, and it’s turning me on.”
Her eyes grow wide and rake down my body, landing on my dick. She gives me a wink then backs away, joining the group.
“As always, man, you pussy-whipped fools provide great entertainment.” Tripp slaps me on the shoulder.
“Glad you think this is funny.”
“Oh yeah. Didn’t think it was possible, but you’re worse than Robbie.”
I open my mouth to argue, but it’s useless. He’s got a valid point, and I don’t give a shit. Even if I did act like an overly-possessive prick who was insanely jealous, it got my point across.
There’s no denying it, Presley Chambers officially has me by the balls.
Chapter 22
Presley
The warmth of his breath sends a tingle down my spine as he kisses a trail to my shoulder.
“Mmm,” I moan, snuggling closer to him.
“You’re so beautiful, even in your sleep,” he says softly against my skin. “I could stare at you for hours.”
I crack open my eyes and notice immediately it’s still pitch dark in his room. The only sliver of light is coming from under his bathroom door.
“What time is it?” I croak.
“It’s not even five am.”
“Why are you awake?”
“There’s a problem at work. I’m going in for a few hours.”
At the word problem, I jolt fully awake. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes.” He moves his lips to my jawline, continuing to kiss me delicately.
“Can you talk about it?”
“Someone tripped a silent alarm we installed in Governor DeSantis’ personal residence. I’m going to meet some of the guys at the office to look at the footage and see if we can get an idea of who’s snooping around. Then we can call the men we have planted in his team and see if they can get some answers.”
“It’s Saturday,” I stupidly point out.
“I know, baby, and I’ll be home in a few hours. Go back to sleep. It’s my goal to be back before you wake up.”
“I don’t have my car here. Can you drop me off at home on your way?” I try to roll over, but he stops me.
“Why?”
“Well, it’s probably inappropriate to be here without you. What will Tripp think?”
“He won’t give a shit.”
“You sure?”