Page 84 of Without a Hitch
Magical. Bloody fucket magical.
CHAPTER26
LOCHLAN
“Get out here, Lochlan.”
“Not a chance in your magical bloody world,” I call through the bedroom door.
There’s a pop a half-second before the door bursts open. Leaping from the edge of the bed, I stare at her in frustration. “Did you just pick that lock?”
“You wanted to get to know me, lover? This is me. All of me. I have a lot of talents.” She does some kind of wiggle with her fingers that makes me want to suck them. “Lock picking,” she continues while still waving her hands, “I owe to Sloane. She could be a little shit when she was a kid. We have three weeks together—you’re not going to lock me out on the first day.”
Her gaze drops to my crotch, and I watch in satisfaction as her eyes do a triple take. I might feel marginally better if they start to roll like the exorcist, but the hitch in her breath has my cock reaching for her sassy mouth.
“They, well, shit. They look good on you.”
“What?” I don’t want to snap at her, so I take a deep breath before continuing, but surely she’s joking. Baby trackies look good on no one! Even my custom suits were never good enough for Christine.
“Yeah, ah, sweatpants look good on you. Come on. The hammock is waiting for us.” She grabs my arm with the intention of guiding me outside.
“I’m not leaving this house in these things.” Digging in my heels, I stop her from dragging me from the room.
Her laughter is light and makes me frown. “You think this is funny?” My heart flutters in my chest like it’s dancing to her song.
“I think it’s funny that you have such an aversion to comfort.”
“I most certainly do not.” Even as I say it, my spine straightens. “I have a luxury home. A luxury car. A bloody luxury plane, for Christ’s sake.”
“That you wear three-piece suits in. All the time.”
“Yes.”
“You’re stiff, Lochlan.”
“I’m not.”
She raises that damn brow to contradict me, and without a zipper to control my cock, he bobs happily. I want this sassy, outspoken goddess like I want my next breath, and it doesn’t seem to dissipate the more she frustrates me. If anything, I like her more. The more she pushes, the more I want her. It’s all kinds of fucked up.
“Lochlan, what do you put on when you wake up in the morning?”
I cross my arms and feel the cotton baby trackies slip lower on my hips. The way Tilly’s eyes smolder when she notices is the only upside of these godforsaken things. When I don’t answer, she crosses the room and places her palms on my biceps.
“When you wake up in the morning, what do you put on to roam around your house?”
“I wake up, start the coffee in the butler’s pantry of my bedroom, shower, then dress for the day.”
“You make coffee in your bedroom?” She tilts her head back, appearing confused.
“Yes.”
A sexy V forms between her brows, and I lean down to kiss it. She swats me away.
“Okay, we’re getting sidetracked. So, you wake up. Make coffee. Shower and get dressed. In a suit. Every day.”
Feeling attacked, I shrug. “I don’t always put the jacket on right away.”
Tilly fights a smile and loses the battle. But her gaze is kind and sweet, just like the rest of her. I clench my ass cheeks in an attempt at taming the hard-on, but it proves fruitless. She wants me in the damn things, she’ll just have to deal with the consequences.
