Ruin Me, Alpha
The burn on my thigh flared so violently I almost gagged, but I locked my knees and stood.
“Gamma-Luna, stop!”
I limped across the room, each step sending fresh fire up my leg. The closet door was half open. I slammed the door wide with my palm.
Simon stood there in nothing but black boxer briefs, one leg halfway into jeans. He looked up, startled, then grinned like a pup who’d been caught stealing meat.
“Well, well. Changed your mind about that ‘no nakedness’ rule, wife?”
I didn’t smile. “You knew.”
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