You've Got Fail(27)

“Come on. I’ll tell my dick to be quiet. No talking from any ex-girlfriends.”

His puppy-dog eyes and ridiculous assertion melted my resistance. “Only for a little while. And no funny business.”

“None.” He tried to salute but smacked himself in the eye instead. “Yow.”

“Calm down.” I put his hand back to his side and crawled into bed next to him. Slinging one arm across him, I rested my cheek on his bicep. “Just for an hour.”

“An hour, okay.” He yawned. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“For getting me home and everything.”

“Technically, Todd’s cash got you home.”

He shook with laughter. “Fucker. Served that douche canoe right.”

I tended to agree. Todd was my typical mark—wealthy, full of himself, and in need of a good kick in the ass. By stealing from them when they least expected it, I was almost doing them a service. See, Todd? Things won’t go your way every time. Important life lesson learned.

“Does this mean there’s three of me?” Willis turned his head and pressed his lips to my hair.

“Hmm?” I should have told him to knock it off, but his little touches of affection soothed my rougher edges. Besides, he wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.

“There’s two hot, amazing Scarlets that I can see, and there’s also me, Scarlet. That’s three Scarlets. We could have a threesome.”

I smirked. “Go to sleep.”

“Just a little nap, then I’ll wake up and talk you into some funny business.”

“Sure you will.”

“I’m glad we finally agree on something.”

He quieted and soon his breathing evened out, and I knew he was asleep. I should have gotten up and left right then, but his bed was warm, and I was comfortable.

Just for an hour. I snuggled against him and closed my eyes.



Firm lips on my shoulder pulled me from sleep. I was pressed against Willis, his minty fresh breath wafting to my nose as he dropped kisses along my skin.

“Sparky!” I pulled back and winced against the morning light. “What are you doing?”

He shrugged but didn’t back off. “Waking you up?”

I arched an eyebrow. “With your lips?”

He dotted a kiss on my nose. “Seemed like a good idea.”

“You aren’t hungover?”

“Yeah, but one look at you in my bed sort of turned things around for me.”

I looked over his shoulder to the sunlight streaming in. “What time is it?”

He pressed a kiss to my neck, sending goosebumps down my body. “Nine-ish.”

“I can’t think when you’re kissing me like that.” Hannah was probably worried sick. I had to get home.

“I can’t think when I’m kissing you like this, either.” He grazed his teeth along my shoulder. “Now, about that spanking we discussed last night.” His lips pressed a warm kiss right below my ear, and I clutched his shoulders. He’d stripped off his dress shirt, and wore only a white undershirt.

“We can’t.” I wanted to. His firm body pressing against mine set off an explosion of need inside me. I’d been suffering through quite a dry spell, especially with this Hannah mess bearing down on me. How had I even slept through the night? I hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep from the moment she’d told me about her debt to Pauly.

“Hey.” He pulled back to face me. “What’s going on in your mysterious noggin?”

I palmed his cheek. “I was just thinking how cute you are.”

“That’s the spirit.” He moved in for another kiss, but I turned away.

“And how we’re working together.”

He groaned and buried his face in the crook of my neck. “I was going to, you know, put that on the back burner for the moment.”

“That doesn’t sound like you.” I ran my hands through his mussed hair. “Where’s my uptight Sparky?”

“He’s here, but he was trying to throw caution to the wind and go for it.” He shook his head gently. “I brushed my teeth and everything.”

“I appreciate your effort.”

“You just looked so—”

“Pretty?” I offered.

“Yes.” He smirked. “Pretty here in my bed. I gave myself a pep talk in the bathroom and figured I’d try to romance you a little.”

“Just a little?” I couldn’t resist the temptation to tease him. Hadn’t been able to from the first moment we met.

“Okay, a lot.” He stole a quick kiss.

I wanted to stay and have a quick no-strings-attached romp in his bed, but I knew that wasn’t how it worked—not when the thought of it sent me spinning. There was too much at stake for me to ruin it by letting my emotions decide my actions. No matter how cute his stubble looked in the morning light, or how thick his erection felt against my leg and–oh my god, how could I turn this down?

Disentangling myself, I sat up and straightened my dress. Priorities. I grabbed my small bag and slung it over my shoulder.

He flopped on his back and watched me stand and slip on my shoes. “You’re right. This would be a bad idea.” His gaze slid down my body. My nipples came to attention, and he definitely noticed, his eyes focusing there.