Beneath This Ink (Page 76)
“Go get changed, man. We can use your help in the gym,” Con said and then paused, adding, “Unless you need to get home to your ma.”
“Nah, she’s at work for a few more hours. I came to help.”
Trey flashed another brilliant smile and left the room.
Con turned me in his arms. “Damn women are all the same.”
“What?” I asked, confused.
“Dazzled by a man in uniform,” he said.
“Never got to see you in yours.” I ran my hand up Con’s chest. “Does it still fit?”
Con rolled his eyes and leaned down. “Of course it still fits. But the only way I’m wearing it is if we get to play conquering soldier, innocent maiden.”
This time, I rolled my eyes. I looked down at my belly. “Some innocent maiden I’d be.”
Con’s lips brushed mine. “Just roll with it, princess. Tonight.”
“It’s a deal.” And like all of the deals I’d made with this beautiful, tattooed, and complicated man over the years, it turned out to be a whole lot more than I’d bargained for—in all the best ways possible.