Chapter 132

• “Such threats should be punished, Mr. Santo. I might just go to sleep.” I smile as wickedly as I can at him and cast him a raised eyebrow smirk. Warm and cozy in the security that this is real, and he’s mine.
• “Go ahead. I’m kinda beat. I could use the sleep.” He folds his arms behind his head casually, as though he doesn’t care, and closes his eyes. It riles me enough to slap him on his pecs with impulsive anger. Sudden fury that he might not be joking causes an internal minor temper tantrum.
• “Hey!” It’s absolute outrage, but that chuckle he expels is an instant dampening tool. Colton opens his eyes and grins at me, chasing away any doubt that he was not playing, and he strokes his thumbs over my thighs. Cooling my fire and bringing me back to heel with a taming touch.