Chapter 290

• -Zade
• Beth sat curled in my lap like she belonged there—which she fucking did. Her warmth soaked into me, grounding me in a way nothing else ever could. I hadn’t expected her to come downstairs, not after the night we had, not with the way I’d broken her down and built her back up with my mouth, my hands, and my cock. But she was nothing if not unpredictable.
• She’d slipped into the room with a bite of sarcasm and a shirt that belonged to me and looked a thousand times better on her. Roman had laughed. I hadn’t. I was too busy admiring how damn good she looked wearing nothing but confidence and trouble.