Hans (Alliance #4)

“You’re not creepy.” I sniff into his side. “Even if you were stalking me.”

“It was hardly stalking.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my head.

“You just said that backpack is filled with my clothes.” I try to look up at him.

Hans presses his hand to the back of my head, keeping it against his body. “It was more like watching over you.”

“Uh-huh, sure.”

“Do you have any idea how many times you left with your back door unlocked? Or fell asleep with your ground floor windows open?”

I bite my lip, thinking of the times I thought I did that but then would wake up to everything locked up tight. I figured I was just losing my memory. “That was you?”

“Or the times you left for work with your hair thing plugged in.”

“Hair thing?” I try to lift my head again, but he doesn’t let me. “My blow dryer?”

“Yeah, that.” Our bodies shift together as he takes an exit. “It’s a miracle you made it into adulthood.”

“Hey!”

“That gray hair your parents have, I bet that’s all from you.”

“I’m not that bad.” I huff.

“You are,” he argues.

I try to pinch his side, but his body is too firm.

His hand leaves my head, then there’s a smack against my ass, the cheek exposed with the way I’m twisted.

I let out a squeaky sound.

Hans’s hand moves back to my head too quickly for me to sit up.

“Pretty sure the gray hair I have is because of you too,” he gripes.

“Those are probably because you’re so old,” I grumble, feeling defensive.

Another smack to my ass.

“Hans!”

He’s too quick, back to pinning me.

But I know how to play dirty.

I lift my hand like I’m going to try and push myself away from him, but instead, I lower it right over his dick.

CHAPTER72

Hans

The warmthof her hand mixed with the pressure of her palm has my cock hardening the rest of the way.

“Dammit, Butterfly.” I lift my knee to hold the wheel, then press my left hand down on top of hers.

I need more pressure. I need all of her.