Give and Receive - Bundle (Books 1-2): New Adult Romance by Alisa Anderson Page A

filling it with cat urine. Where you got it, is something I never want to know.”
    “That is indeed entirely so. I know nothing of which you speak. And besides, none of those allegations are admissible in a court of law, anyway. Especially since you tried to extort an extra million for the job.”
    “Thought you said you knew nothing about it.”
    “I don’t. But it seems like the kind of sneaky, underhanded thing you would do. That must be why I remember it so well. And my Uncle Nicky’s contact in Mexico would have totally killed you if you snitched. Just so you know.”
    “Ummm. Right-o,boss.”
    “Figured it was the sort of thing you should be aware of. In case you had…ideas.”
    “Hey, by the way. You…know you’re not playing with a full deck, right?”
    “Fuck You, Ty.”
    “Lena, my dear, If I  were  fucking you, I promise. We wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”
    Lena closed her eyes for a brief moment. Fighting a losing battle. Dear god. It was useless. Against her better judgment, she remembered.
    The touch of his hand.
    The feel of his fingers. Light as a feather. Grazing her clit.
    The warmth of Ty’s hot, wet tongue against her skin…
    Immersed within the slickened folds of her pussy.
    Oh yeah. She remembered.
    How he lapped up every bit of her release. Coming once, then twice, into his mouth. Between his sexy, full lips. As they continued licking, and sucking. Like his life depended on it.
    The feel of his tongue. Probably etched on her labia for life.
    Lena managed to swallow the gasp caught in her throat, exhaling a tiny little squeak. She prayed to God, Krishna, Buddha and Zeus combined Ty didn’t hear a thing.
    Ty coughed delicately. Clearing his throat.
    Shit. He heard. Good one, God .
    “Shut up, Ty.”
    He continued like she never spoke.
    “But to answer your original question. I suspect even if Elizabeth was still Danny’s wife, he would be hard-pressed to disagree with you. About the hay part I mean. Maybe not so much the cat urine thing, though? Then again, who knows? He might have helped. Hell he might have offered another mill to see the job to completion. Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
    Lena’s throat dropped to the pit of her stomach.
    She sat up abruptly. “Who did you-what did you say?”
    “Must I repeat myself? Surely you aren’t as hard of hearing as you pretend to be.”
    “Stop trying to sound intelligent, Ty. It’s not a good look on you.”
    “Neither is assuming the mating position every time you hear Blake’s name. But you do it anyway.”
    “I do not-”
    Ty cut her off. “So, let’s suppose we both allow each other these small indiscretions and ignore them. No matter how much it grates on each other’s nerves, eh?”
    Lena grit her teeth, holding her tongue. She knew he loved knowing something she didn’t. If she said anything else, he would just be the annoying little dick he so thoroughly was, and keep needling her.
    She counted to ten and as usual, amazed herself at the patience and grace she was able to bestow on his lowly person. Not killing Ty was an urge many people fought, and resisted, every day. Her included.
    “Ty.”
    “Lena.”
    “Please repeat what you previously stated.”
    “Which part?”
    “Ty.”
    “Yes?”
    “Why are you an ass?”
    “That’s easy. Because I can be.” He chuckled.
    “Why do you want to know so much? And you heard me the first time. Stop trying to act like you didn’t. He left the Wicked Bitch of the West.”
    “Well. I’ll be a son of a one-legged stripper named Brandine.”
    “What. In the hell. Does that even mean. You fruity little pebble.”
    “Never mind all that.” Lena waved her hand dismissively, like he could see her.
    “You mean to tell me the Dark Prince and Slutty, the Fuck My Kinfolk Twice On Sundays Barbie, are no longer married in wedded, nightmarish bliss? Why’d he decide to divorce her now? I know she didn’t leave him. That shit was never gonna