Ramsey Security (Ramsey Security #1-3)(149)

“You’re so smart,” he whispers, kissing my forehead.

“I really liked when you knocked down Tucker even though we could have gotten killed.”

“I need to buy you some bling. A big f*cking ring or tiara with my name on it so men know to stop flirting with you.”

Laughing, I wrap my arms around his waist. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t always want a tiara. How do I put my stamp on you?”

We walk out of the elevator and return to the room. “Hey, Rafael got a tat of Harlow when they hooked up.”

“I can do that.”

“If I’m wearing a bunch of gaudy bling with your name on it, then I’ll need my face tatted on your face. Something really obvious.”

“So you can look at yourself when we f*ck,” Dino says, shaking his head. “So vain.”

Laughing again, I wish I didn’t suffer from f*cking sickness, or I would climb him again. Instead, my entire body needs a break from sex. I even want to puke a little from remembering our last go-round.

Dino stretches out on the bed, and I think he’s exhausted from all the f*cking too. He watches me, though, and his gaze whispers for me to join him. Even f*cked out, he wants me close.





18


Dino

Fly Me to the Moon

Minka is restless, and I want to f*ck away her edginess. Unfortunately, all of the vigorous f*cking the last few days has left my dick willing yet pained. Minka claims her * is closed for repairs. I’d believe her complaint more if she would stop stripping me down with her eyes and imagining us in bed again.

Rather than naked play, Minka decides to walk around the hotel. I follow her because I have no interest in anything in the entire world besides this woman. When she smiles, I must smile back. Even when she’s pissing me off like she is right now.

“Don’t act like an ape during our meeting with the two clubs tonight.”

“An ape?”

Minka smiles at my irritation. “Not that I don’t enjoy when you grunt and jump around to make your claim on me. I’m just thinking it might not be the time or place for that crap.”

“An ape?” I ask again, grabbing her shirt and tugging her against me.

“A sexy ape.”

“A little better.”

“Did your father pee a territorial circle around your mother? Is that why you’re behaving like an ape?”

“He didn’t need to. Mom was loyal.”

“I’m loyal,” she balks, moving to knee me in the crotch before deciding better of it. “Why wouldn’t you think I’m loyal?”

“I see you looking at other men.”

“It’s called making eye contact. I do it with women too.”

Studying her irritated expression, I realize she’s truly offended that I might consider her disloyal. Fuck, she’s sexy when she gets wound up.

Swaying to the music playing in my head, I smile at her grumpy face. “I only have eyes for you,” I sing along with Sinatra’s voice.

Minka shares my smile. “People are looking.”

“Do you really care?”

“Not even a little.”

We dance to a song only I can hear. Minka glances down the hall at the pool and exercise room.

“Maybe we should work out.”

“I’m not running unless someone is chasing me,” I tell her.

“What if someone is chasing me?”

Grinning, I dip her and spin her around. “Good point. Do you want to run?”

Minka considers running off her edginess. “If I don’t stretch before running, I strain my glutes.”

“Those are ass muscles, right?”

“Yeah, but first I’ll stretch and then I’ll run and then I’ll need to cool down. Sounds like a lot of work.”

“No one needs that,” I murmur while dancing in the hallway towards our room.

“Closed for repairs, remember?”

“Oh, I remember.”

Once we’re back in the room, I play Fly Me to the Moon on my phone.

“I like this song,” she says surprised. “Look at you finally having good taste.”

“I have the best f*cking taste, Apples.”

Minka kicks off her shoes, trusting me not to step on her toes.

“You learn to dance in Jersey?” she asks as I guide her around the room.

“Yep. We were always going to weddings and other parties. Knowing how to dance without injuring a girl was important. That’s how my parents met.”

“You’re making me jealous that I didn’t have happily married parents.”

“You ought to be jealous. My parents were amazing together. Even when they argued, they had rhythm.”

Minka throws her head back and laughs. I take the opportunity to kiss her long neck. She sighs in the breathless way that signals her panties will be flying off soon.

“No,” she mutters, trying to pull away.

“Hey, I’m just dancing. You’re the one thinking about more horizontal activities.”

“You’re not wrong.”

Staring into her eyes, I smile. “I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Minka laughs again. Her earlier edginess is gone, and she relaxes in my arms. We move effortlessly around the room.