The Spy Ring (Cake Love Book 4) by Elizabeth Lynx

Author:Elizabeth Lynx [Lynx, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Elizabeth Lynx Books
Published: 2018-04-09T05:00:00+00:00

TWENTY

Tiffany

“Fiddlesticks. Get off,” I said as I pushed Jagger away and scrambled to find my clothes.

“Tell me how you really feel,” Jagger said, his voice coated with sarcasm.

Finding my lace undies and pulling them on I stared at him. “What?”

Jagger, while dragging up his briefs and jeans, shook his head. “Nothing.”

Ugh, men. I gave him a perfectly good orgasm and now he’s cranky.

“Not nothing. What’s wrong?” I put on my jeans and secured them before readjusting my bra and top.

He shrugged and refused to lift his eyes to mine. But before I could say anything, there was a knock at the bedroom door.

“Tiffany? Is it okay for me to come in?” Henrik’s asked on the other side of the door.

I stared at Jagger waiting for him to give me something. Anything that would help me understand why he was upset with me.

Did he normally turn into an asshole after an orgasm? If so, I might have to look elsewhere for satisfaction. Like my dildo and vibrator collection. I didn’t go years and years without sex and not have something to keep me going.

“Fine.” I threw my hands in the air. I turned and walked over to open the door.

Jagger folded his arms and stared at my green and gray rug.

I found Henrik standing on the other side of the door with a smile on his face but it soon fell. He noticed the bandage on my arm and then glanced behind me at Jagger.

I knew Henrik. He was a man of few words and easily assumed the worst. He’s a lot better now, which I believed was due to Morgana softening his edges. But on occasion, the old Henrik reared his bitter head.

“What did you do to her?” Henrik almost knocked me back as he plowed past me.

“What?” Jagger said with the same angry glare directed at Henrik.

“You heard me.” Henrik grabbed Jagger by the shoulders and pushed him back against the wall.

I raced over and tried to pull Henrik off Jagger but he was like a boulder of muscle.

“Henrik, stop it. Jagger didn’t do anything . . . well, he didn’t hurt me.” I couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on my cheeks.

Henrik turned his head, his eyes wide. “What?” His eyes drifted down my body as the realization of what happened sunk in.

His grip relaxed but he still wouldn’t let Jagger go.

“I suggest you release me,” Jagger said with a growing smirk on his face.

Henrik turned his head back to Jagger, narrowing his eyes. “Fuck. You son of a bit—”

“Language!” I shouted as I put my hands on my hips.

“Yeah, only I can use words like that on her. And only when we’re alone,” Jagger said as his grin grew.

Henrik’s jaw tightened and I could tell he was about to explode but before he could, Jagger grabbed Henrik’s pinky finger from his shoulder. With what seemed liked very little effort, Jagger pulled back his finger.

Henrik cried out and he fell to his knees. Jagger moved in a flash and had Henrik pinned to the ground.

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