Page 66 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

“How’s he in bed?”

“Don’t you have work to do?” Vi made a shooing motion. “Go away. I have shit to do before we leave.”

“Packing condoms and sex toys?” Indie propped her fist under her chin, and urged, “Tell me more.”

“Fuck off.”

Her younger sister chuckled and got to her feet. “I’ll hold down the fort.”

“I know you will. But I’m going to have Dad check in with you, just to be sure.”

“So I can let him know you and Reaper are doing the nasty over in Ohio?”

“I’ll leave the nasty sex to you. I prefer euphoric experiences with an expert.”

Indie snorted, then made a choking sound.

“Anyway, I’m going simply to supervise him and be his backup. That’s all. I don’t care what Dad thinks. I’m an adult, not a child like you.”

Indie howled with laughter next, slapping her knee. “Sure. Sure. Whatever you want to tell yourself.”

“I tell myself a lot how I wish I was an only child.”

“Nah. If that would’ve happened, Dad would still be carrying you around on his chest in one of those baby carriers.”

Sadly, as ridiculous as that sounded, it was probably true.

A clearing of a throat had them both glancing toward the doorway.

Reaper stood there leaning against the doorframe, looking fine as fuck. Would her pussy ever stop clenching and her clit not throb every time she saw him?

Her eyes sliced to Indie. Did her sister see him the same way? Did all straight women, gay men, or anyone in between?

Fuck.

At least he wasn’t cocky, despite having every right to be.

“Okay, we need to pregame, so get lost, Indigo,” Vi said.

“Is pregame similar to foreplay?”

“Whether it is or isn’t, you’re not invited. Bye!”

With another snort, Indie pushed past Reaper and flung over her shoulder, “Have a good trip, Violet. And don’t forget to wear your rubbers in the rain, stud.” She patted his chest as she passed him.

One prerequisite to being a Shadow was having a good poker face. Reaper’s was a lesson in perfection.

“Close the door.”

One of his eyebrows hiked up. “So we can pregame?”

“Yes, but not in that way. We need to hit the road soon.”

He stepped further into her office and shut the door. “I’d prefer to hit something else.”

Her breath shuddered. “We can do that once we arrive at the first motel. How long will it take you to pack some bags?”

“Two minutes.”