My heart was pounding in my chest. The anxiety of seeing Joel again was beginning to get the best of me. I couldn’t allow him such a victory. With my eyes shut, I inhaled a deep, lung burning breath, held onto it for a moment, and let it out slowly. Something about doing so made me feel a bit at ease, not much, but more than I was.

“You okay?” My eyes fluttered open at the sound of his voice. Gavin was just inside the door of the private chambers the FBI wanted me to stay in until my time to testify.

“I didn’t hear you come in.” Not that I could hear much over my heart beat.

He crossed the room. His hand extended for me to take. I slipped mine into his and lifted to my feet. My arms instinctively wrapped around his waist as I stepped into his strong embrace. The warmth from his body soothed the tension of mine as silence drifted throughout the room. The peacefulness of the moment was all I wanted. Gavin had a pull on me that no one else ever had. A connection that grounded my very being. The void that filled my heart and soul when I thought I’d lost him was crippling. I knew if I’d made it out alive only to go home to an empty house, I wouldn’t have survived the heartache.

He was my rock.

“You didn’t answer my question,” his whispered words tickled my ear.

“Mmm.” I nuzzled into his neck. “I’m better now.”

“I’m sorry you have to do this.” The soothing movement of his hands caressing my back made all the difference in the world.

“It’s the only way to put the last nail in Joel’s coffin. He needs to rot in there.”

“Ah…” Gavin glanced down at me, “I have other forms of punishment for him if I had the chance.”

A genuine smile lifted the corners of my lips. “I’m sure we’re on the same page.”

“That we are, baby.” His musical laughter filled my ears, making me smile even wider. I cupped his cheeks as I stared into his beautiful deep green eyes. One hand smoothed down his neck and around to the nape where his hair stopped. My fingertips twisted the short hair while I gently scratched his scalp. A groan vibrated his chest as our eyes stayed locked. How I’d missed that groan. He always loved a good scalp rub.

“I love you.” The slight burn in my eyes made me aware of the tears filling them.

Gavin’s hand came up to rest against my cheek as I locked mine behind his head. “There isn’t a word, or sentence, that describes how deeply I feel for you, Blair. I’d cross hell and high water to get to you, I’d walk through a million miles of shards of glass to ensure your safety. I love every inch of your mind, body, and soul.” His lips found mine in a haste, fusing together like two puzzle pieces meant to never be taken apart.

A light rap against the door pulled our attention toward it. I was still secured in Gavin’s arms when Gribbins' head peeked through the barely opened door. He smiled at the sight of us. “They’re ready for you.”

“Okay.” My throat was all of a sudden dry.

Gribbins gave me a nod, “I’ll be right out here.” He shut the door to give us a few more moments alone.

I stepped from Gavin’s arms and drained the water bottle that had been sitting on the table. “You’re going to do just fine,” he reassured me.

“I know,” I grinned. “Reliving what he did to me—to the others—” My eyes squeezed shut as I shook my head from the memories flooding in. Three weeks was nowhere near enough time to wash away the pain and begin to heal.

Gavin linked his hand with mine, bringing it to his lips. A sigh fell from my own. I leaned forward and pressed my lips to the hollow part of his throat, just below his Adam's apple. “Let’s go ensure this monster never has a chance to see the light of day again.”

We stepped into the private hall between the chambers we were housed in and the courtroom. Four sheriff personnel, Gribbins, Mason, Tom, and Gavin were all in tow as we filed into the courtroom. The hearing was closed to the public, so only authorized personnel were allowed in. This made me feel better, since tons of media wouldn’t be staring back at me. Per the bureau’s orders, the entire court case would be classified. Even the Judge was specifically brought in to handle a case of such magnitude.

I kept my eyes on the stand as the bailiffs escorted me to a seat in the jury box. Gavin, and the rest of the men had gone in the opposite direction to the front pew. “All rise. The Court of the Second Judicial, Criminal Division, is now back in session. The Honorable Albert Thatcher presiding.”

“You may be seated.” Judge Albert Thatcher motioned for everyone to sit as he lowered himself into the large leather seat.

“Prosecution, you may call your witness.”

“Thank you, your Honor. We’d like to call Blair Lawson to the stand.”

The bailiffs followed me from the jury box to the stand where I stayed standing. This wasn’t my first song-and-dance testifying, but it was my first time testifying as a victim.

“Ms. Lawson, could you raise your right hand please?”

Without speaking I turned slightly to face Judge Thatcher and raised my right hand.

“Let the record reflect that Ms. Lawson raised her right hand.” Judge Thatcher turned his attention back to me, “Do you swear that the testimony you are about to give is the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”

“Yes, your Honor.”

“Prosecution, you may proceed.”

I took a seat and turned to face the courtroom. My eyes landed directly on Joel’s evil ones. A chill-inducing grin resting on his face. His hair was a bit longer than when I’d last seen him, and he was dressed in a navy-blue jumper. I was surprised they didn’t allow him to wear a suit, but on the other hand I knew Gribbins probably argued tooth and nail that he didn’t deserve any form of comfort. His wrists and ankles were bound, and my mind flashed to when they'd had me bound to the pole, and Joel dug his knife into my flesh.

“Blair?” The prosecuting attorney hastily whispered.

I tucked my hands against my lap to try and hide the fact that they were shaking. “I’m sorry. Can you repeat that?”

“Is one of the men who held you captive sitting in this room?”

I swallowed, “Yes.”

“Can you point him out?”

I extended my index finger toward Joel.

“Please let the record reflect that Ms. Lawson has identified Joel Harding as one of her captors,” the judge informed the clerk.

Nerves were getting the best of me with every question the prosecution rattled off. I knew once the defense had their time to shine, it was only going to get worse. My eyes drifted toward Gavin, a sweet smile played on his lips as he mouthed those three little words: I love you. A heavy quiet breath left my lungs, bringing with it a sense of calm.

A fire sparked deep inside me. Memories of what those men put me through flashed within my mind. This time I wasn’t shaken to my core with fear. No, this time I was boiling with purpose. To make sure every answer to every question thrown at me was enough to slap Joel with the largest sentence he could get. He knew the mere sight of him was rocking my foundation, but I couldn’t allow him to win. Not this time. Clover’s death was an easy out for him, but I couldn’t say that I was sad it happened. He was sick, twisted, and full of hate for women. Maybe it was his upbringing, or maybe it was a mental illness that had gone untreated. At one point he might’ve been able to be saved. But being tucked away from the society that most of us were part of, locked into the twisted reality of the criminal underworld, had cause Clover to only fail himself. Either way, the world was a helluva lot safer without him in it, and two of his victims were still alive.

Maggie, and myself.

As the defense got ready for their round of questioning, I straightened my back and squared my shoulders. Before all of this nothing would’ve shaken me, I was stronger than most anticipated me to be. I wouldn’t allow myself to feel weak and vulnerable any longer. It was time to take the journey of finding my old self once more. Yes, I would forever be changed, but that didn’t mean I had to be a victim forever, right?

* * *

“You did so good!” Gavin lifted me into his arms, spinning us around before sitting me back on my feet. I wobbled from my still sore ankle. “Sorry,” his lips pressed firmly against mine in a quick smooch. The twinkle in his eyes had me grinning from ear-to-ear. His happiness radiated into me.

“I hope it was enough.”

Gavin’s eyebrows dipped for a split second, “Why would you think it wasn’t enough? Joel isn’t getting out of prison anytime soon. I can almost guarantee the sentence will be a harsh one.” His hands smoothed down my arms, a chill raced across my skin. The feel of his hands on me ignited something deep in my core. It had been so long since we’d been together. Even after I was sent home from the hospital, he coddled me, afraid he would hurt me if we went too far. I loved his kindness, and passion for making sure I was okay. But I was desperately in need of some romance in the sheets.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” I leaned my head against his chest. “I want to go home.”

“You don’t want to stay for sentencing?”

I shook my head. “I’ve done my part. Gribbins can fill us in on the rest. All I want now is to move forward, with you.” My lips pressed softly against his.

Gavin gave me a knowing look, his eyes dilating just a fraction. He knew what I wanted—what I needed, and I was hoping like hell he’d give it to me.

He stepped away and pulled his phone from his pocket. “Give me a second to let Gribbins know and I’ll be ready.”

The wind blew lightly around me. One thing I missed the most during that time was nature. The smell of the rain, the feel of the sun warming my skin. I tilted my head toward the sky and wrapped my arms around myself. My eyes closed as the breeze rolled against my heated face. I inhaled deeply, letting it out slowly. Being alive was a blessing we all took for granted at times. Having my life in someone else’s hands for months showed me that I too had taken mine for granted. I was so hell bent on getting the next gadget that came out, having a new outfit for an outing, getting a promotion, making more money, having a bigger home, and so on, that I rarely stopped to enjoy the scenery around me. I hardly took the time to enjoy the little things in life. That was all going to change.

“You’re so beautiful.” I opened my eyes and found Gavin standing before me with so much admiration swimming in his forest green irises that it made my knees go weak.

“You keep saying stuff like that and you’re gonna give a girl a big head.”

Full blown belly laughter erupted from him, “I like to give you a big head.” I playfully slapped his chest as he scooped he into his arms and took off in the direction of where the car was parked.

We made it home in record time. Probably something to do with the fact I kept teasing Gavin as he drove. A wicked grin adorned his lips from his perched position on the bed, the palms of his hands resting against the mattress as he leaned back. My shoulders rested against the bedroom door as I slipped each button free on my blouse.

“Blair,” Gavin warned, just like he did every time I tried to take things further than spooning and kissing.

“Don’t.” My eyes fixated on him as I slipped the silky material from the waist band of my pencil skirt and dropped it to the floor.

I lowered the zipper on my skirt and stepped out of it. Dressed in only nude lace panties, a matching bra, and the blush colored heels I’d worn to court, I crossed the room to Gavin. My hands slipped up his thighs as I seductively crawled into his lap, his face mere inches from my chest. I dipped my head and placed loving kisses up the column of his throat and around to his Adam’s apple. My fingers slipped the buttons open to his dress shirt, his hands still secured against the mattress. I peeked at him through my lashes, desire swimming within his eyes. Gavin wasn’t going to make a move, not unless I did, so I slipped down his lap onto my knees and unfastened his belt. As I freed it from his slacks, his hand clasped around my wrist to stop me. “You sure about this?” His gruff voice had me sucking my bottom lip into my mouth as I nodded.

As if he was given the green light at a race track, Gavin pulled me up from the floor. His arms enveloped my body as his hands gripped my backside. A moan slipped from my mouth as his lips molded against mine. The feel of his desire was bulging his slacks. I smoothed my hand down it, causing a groan to rumble deep within his chest. A fire deep within me had been lit, and I needed so desperately for him to help tame it.

He deftly unhooked my bra, and I pulled it from my body. Our lips disconnected so he could take in my naked torso. The heat in his eyes as they roamed across my flesh left goose bumps in its wake. I hooked my thumbs into my panties and slowly lowered them. Gavin’s eyes trailed down my lower half. Dropping my panties beside the growing pile of clothes, I reached for his slacks, undoing the button and lowering the zipper. His erection lifted through the opening in his boxer briefs. He sharply hissed as I ran the pad of my thumb over the tip of him. Before I could go any further, Gavin stood. His slacks pooled at his feet as he stepped out of them. His under shirt quickly lost, he hooked one arm around my waist and pulled me flush against his naked self. My eyes fluttered closed as his free hand massaged my breast and made a path down my stomach, to my clit, causing me to buck as his fingers teased me.

Every nerve in my body shook with pleasure as his skilled fingers had their way with me. “Fuck,” He growled against my lips as his fingers slipped inside me.

“Please,” my voice was barely a whisper against his lips.

His chuckle vibrated the both of us. “So eager.” Gavin trailed his hands around to my back, cupped my bare cheeks, and lifted me into the air. In one swift motion, my legs wrapped around his waist and my heels tumbled to the floor as he walked us to the corner chair.

“What are you up to?” I managed to ask between kisses.

He grinned. A moment later he was seated in the chair with me on his lap. One thing I loved about said chair, was how wide it was. Enough room for a man to sit comfortably, and a woman to put her legs on each side of his. Which is exactly how we were taking up shop at the moment. My eyes closed and my mouth went slack as he lifted me enough to position himself at my entrance and slowly lowered me back down. It had been months since we’d been together, but my body was more than willing to take him in.

“God, I love you, Blair.” Gavin’s love drunk eyes focused on mine as I rocked my hips.

He dipped his head, the tip of his tongue smoothing against my erect nipple. His hands moved from my waist to my breasts, massaging and kneading. I picked up the pace, but a sharp pain radiated through my ankle causing me to gasp. “Are you okay?” A worried expression replaced his euphoric one.

“My ankle.” I tried to slip from his lap, but instead he stood. His hands wrapped around my thighs so my feet could dangle freely.

The mattress gave just enough as my back became flush with the silk sheets. Gavin pushed back inside of me as his body towered over mine. It only took a moment for us to lose ourselves in one another once again. Our hands caressed and roamed each other’s body, moans filled the room, and we moved perfectly in sync. Ecstasy was on the brink of crashing down on me, and I was more than ready for it. Gavin rocked his hips into me two steady times as his name ripped from my lungs and hot bliss washed through me. My limbs were languid as he continued on his path to find his own release. I mustered up enough energy to squeeze my knees against his sides and lock my arms around his neck as I whispered just how much I loved him against the shell of his ear.

He groaned through his release, pulling me against his damp chest. His fingertips trailed across one of the scars Joel’s knife had left on my abdomen. Scars I hadn’t thought about the entire time I’d been naked. I pulled away to try and hid the gnarly scar from sight. “Don’t.” Gavin gently turned my chin back toward him.

“They’re ugly.” I closed my eyes so I didn’t have to see the pain swimming in his.

“Your scars are something you have to live with now. You shouldn’t be ashamed of them. They don’t make you any less beautiful. They’re a story of survival, and strength.”

Tears pricked my eyes, “It’s going to take some time to get used to.”

He lifted my hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss against it. “We have all the time in the world.”

Silence fell between us as his fingers weaved within my hair. My head rested comfortably against his pec. I hadn’t felt so peaceful in quite some time. “Hey,” His sleep-filled voice pulled me from my half dream state.

“Mmm…” I snuggled against him, “yeah?”

“Get up and put some clothes on. I want to take you somewhere.”

“What?” I lifted enough to see his face.

A broad smile adorned his beautiful lips, “You heard me. Put some clothes on, I have somewhere I want to take you.”

“You’re serious.” My eyebrows rose.

He laughed. “Dead serious.”

I slipped from his hold and padded into the bathroom, leaving the door open just enough so we could hear one another talk as I cleaned myself up a bit. “I’m intrigued. Even though I’m not a fan of surprises.”

“You’ll love this one.”

“Can you give me a hint?” I stuck my head out of door.

Gavin slipped into a pair of dark wash jeans with a plain grey tee shirt. “You can dress casual.” He turned toward me smiling.

“What a shitty hint.” I narrowed my eyes.

A throw pillow came barreling toward my head, missing it by inches, “Hurry up, woman.”

“Okay, okay.” I held my hands up in surrender, still naked as the day I was born.

Gavin’s eyes drug down my body, “If you don’t put some clothes on…”

His heady unfinished sentence caused me to blush. I knew exactly what he wanted to do to me, and I’d most definitely let him, but whatever Gavin had planned I couldn’t ruin. Pulling a pair of leggings on, I slipped into a lacy bralet with a deep V tunic overtop.

“You might want to fix your hair,” Gavin smiled.

I turned to check my reflection in the floor length mirror and laughed. Sex hair at its finest greeted me. I hastily twisted my mane into a top knot, swiped on some lip gloss, and strapped my shoulder bag across me. “I’m ready.” We walked hand-in-hand to the car as my heart fluttered away from the allure of Gavin’s plans.

The drive was a quiet one until his phone rang. Gribbins' name flashed across the touchscreen radio a second before his voice filled the speakers. “Blair with you?”

“What kind of question is that?” Gavin countered.

“A dumb one,” Gribbins chortled.

“How’d sentencing go?” My voice wavered a fraction on the end. Gavin squeezed my hand resting on the center console.

“Let’s just say Joel won’t be seeing the light of day for quite some time, if ever.” A sigh of relief passed my lips. The thought of him being released only to cause harm to someone else sat heavy on my chest. Which was something I no longer had to worry about.

“I never had a doubt.” Gavin turned onto a gravel drive that led back to a row of abandoned buildings. Each used to house a variety of under the table gambling rings that the bureau had taken down years prior. I remembered the stories from our training days back at Quantico. How the agents working the case took down a multi-million-dollar illegal ring at the drop of a dime, one of the quickest sieges in history. That story alone fueled my fire to do great things in the FBI. I strived to leave my mark that no one would forget. Instead I was afraid that I’d be remembered as the agent who survived a brutal kidnapping, who was forever scarred by the trauma of those inhumane events.

“What are you thinking about?” Gavin put the car in park beside an old rundown building, dark shadows masking the fact that it even existed.

I turned in my seat to face him, “Life.”

“That’s a hefty subject.” He grinned.

I didn’t respond. Knowing if I divulged my true thoughts he’d do his damndest to convince me that I had fallen down the rabbit hole of self-pity. That my beliefs were a mixture of PTSD from what happened, and the fear of failing myself. It’s true when they say you’re your own worst enemy. Ever since I’d been rescued, I was certainly mine.

Gavin leaned over the console and took my chin in his hand, tilting it so I had to stare directly into his eyes. “I can’t even begin to imagine what you’ve been through, Blair. However, I do know that you’re the strongest women I’ve ever known. You survived something most people wouldn’t have, and how you did that doesn’t matter. What matters is you’re alive—I’m alive…we’re alive, baby. We’ve got another shot at this thing called life, and I’m going to do everything in my power to make it more than you could ever imagine.” His lips softly connected with mine before he slipped from the car and hastily rounded to my side of the vehicle.

The gravel crunched beneath our shoes with every step we took toward the roped off entrance. All signs posted stated it was seized property, that no person could enter without approval. “Are you sure we should go in here?”

“It’s fine. I promise.” He kissed the back of my hand.

The door shrieked and we stepped inside, Gavin going first with me closely behind. The darkness was haunting. Dust covered the majority of the building. Old game tables were haphazardly scattered throughout the main floor, chairs knocked over, and remnants of once full liquor bottles shattered behind the bar. It looked as if the mob had rolled through once upon a time and shot up the place. “The stories this place could tell, if only it talked.” I gazed around the room with the flashlight on my phone.

“Yeah.” I followed Gavin through an empty doorway. Large concrete stairs twisted toward the upper levels. He took my hand in his, “Stay close, I’m not sure if the stairwell is one hundred percent secure anymore.”

I almost walked on top of him as we ascended the stairs one by one. Our footsteps echoed against the large empty walls. It didn’t take us long to reach the fourth floor, but Gavin went up the staircase toward the rooftop. With his shoulder he shoved the rusted door open, an oomph falling from his lips. He passed the threshold onto the roof, but I stayed in the doorway. When he realized I hadn’t moved, his eyebrows dipped low, “You coming?”

“What if it isn’t safe?” I nervously nibbled my lip.

Gavin grinned, “Do you honestly think I’d bring you up here if it wasn’t?”

I shook my head.

Taking my hands, a soft smile played on his lips, “I’ve spent a lot of time on this rooftop over the years. It’s my hideaway, the place I go to get out of my head.” I took a chance and stepped forward, Gavin took my hand in his to guide me across the rooftop. Two old lounge chairs faced the skyline, a skyline that took my breath away.

The fluorescent lights from the nightlife of Las Vegas filled the darkness. All the beautiful hues dancing together like a gorgeous abstract painting, with the sky as its canvas. “Have a seat,” Gavin motioned toward the chairs.

“This is absolutely breathtaking.” I lowered myself slowly into the chair, afraid it might break from the weight of me.

“The chairs are sturdier than you think.” Gavin chuckled as he plopped down in one of them. His hand hung over the armrest and I linked mine with his as we stared off toward the beautiful sky.

I could see why he liked the rooftop. It was peaceful, away from the city, with beauty all around. At least at night. A lump formed in my throat as the thoughts of how things could’ve unfolded so differently hit me like a tidal wave. The colors of the city blurred as tears filled my eyes. Gavin could’ve lost me, I was so close to dying on numerous occasions. I couldn’t imagine how it would’ve affected him if I’d died. My free hand was shaking as I brought it up to cover my mouth in an attempt to hush the sob threatening to spill from deep within me. But I failed miserably.

Gavin’s head whipped in my direction, “Blair?” His voice was soft. I shook my head to try and tell him I’d be okay, but he lifted our linked hands and gave my arm a gentle tug. I raised from the chair and slipped onto his lap. His warm embrace quickly wrapped around me as he held me tightly against his chest. His lips pressed against my hair as we rocked side-to-side. “I’m not sure what’s going through that gorgeous head of yours but know I’m here no matter what. My shoulder is yours whenever you need it, my ears are always open to listen, and my heart is yours, baby. Don’t let the sadness drag you down beneath the current, keep swimming my beautiful girl. In time everything will be just fine.”

His words were like a balm soothing the ache in my chest. I lifted my eyes to his, the sadness swimming in those emerald orbs forced the sobs to erupt from my lungs once more. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my tear-streaked lips hastily against his. The feeling of not being close enough to him raced through my veins. I dug at his tee shirt as our mouths danced the same euphoric rhythm I loved so much. Gavin’s hands smoothed up the back of my thighs, his fingers curled into my ass cheeks as I began to gyrate against his throbbing erection.

I hastily unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper; a groan rumbled his chest as his dick sprang free. He hooked his hands into the waist band of my leggings, I lifted just enough for them to be pulled from my legs and lowered myself onto him. Gavin’s hands gripped my waist as I frantically rolled my hips back and forth, riding him as if my life depended on it. A lone tear escaped from my eye, the pad of his thumb stopping its path. Before he could question my sadness, I kissed him deeply. His hold on my waist tightened. A deep burning in my core lit and I lost momentum just enough to push Gavin to take lead. He slammed my body hard onto him, over and over again. My head fell back as I cried out with pleasure. The intensity of my orgasm ripped through me in waves, as he searched for his own release. I could barely keep my arms locked behind his head from how languid my body had become; his teeth grazed my bottom lip and a guttural moan sent chills across my heated flesh. His hips jerked upward, followed by another moan, and Gavin was falling over his own pleasurable ledge.

“That was…” he paused to catch his breath, “unexpected.”

Insecurities came crashing down on me like a ton of weights. “I’m sorry.” I tried to slip from his lap but Gavin stopped me. His hands cupped my face, “Don’t you dare apologize for a damn thing. You needed something from me, and you got it. That’s how this works, Blair. One of us gives, while the other takes in times of need, and vice versa.” His lips pressed gently to mine, “Love does crazy things, at least I know it does to me. Apologies, harsh words, arguments, broken hearts from life, it all happens at one point or another. Just don’t ever apologize for needing me, baby.”

He kissed me again. “Because I need you more than I need the air I breathe. This life of mine wouldn’t be worth living without you in it. When I thought you had died—” Gavin’s voice cracked and his lip quivered, causing tears to flood my eyes. He shook his head and cleared his throat. “It wasn’t good. I was fucked up. Torn into millions of tiny shreds and attempting to find a way to put each and every one of those bastards back together again. Even though I knew there’d be a gaping hole of missing pieces.”

My chest constricted at the sight of tears slipping from his eyes. I’d never seen him so vulnerable, so broken. Gavin, my strong man, the one who rarely showed weakness, was stripping away his layers for me to see. Giving me the rawest moments of how badly he’d been affected by what happened to me.

To us.

“I read your letter.” A sad smile barely registered on his lips. “I’ve always known the intensity of your love for me, Blair. That part didn’t surprise me. What surprised me was how you wanted me to move on with my life, to find someone who could complete me the way you do. That would never be possible.” The pads of his thumbs glided across my cheek bones. “You’re the other half of my soul, the key to my heart, and the only woman I’d want to ever call my wife.” His hand pushed into the front pocket of his jeans. My heart thundered like a herd of wild horses. I gasped as he took my left hand. “Will you be my forever?”

I crashed my lips to his, sobbing from the joy of Gavin wanting to spend the rest of his life with me. “Yes, god yes. So many yeses.” He erupted with laughter as he slid the beautiful rose gold diamond ring onto my finger.

Gavin pulled my lips to his, his tongue sweeping over mine as he deepened the kiss. My body instantly responded, as did his. “We should probably get you dressed and head home.” His lips brushed against mine as his hands rubbed over my mound.

“Mmhmm…” I hummed against his lips as I rocked my hips against his hand.

Gavin pulled away to tuck himself back in his jeans and lifted me from his lap. “Believe me, I want to do all kinds of dirty things to my soon-to-be wife, but not here.”

I quickly put my leggings back on and adjusted my top. “Then take me home and show me exactly what those dirty things are, fiancé.”

“Yes ma’am”