Chapter 8

Brian nodded eagerly, then shuffled forward to the edge of the couch with Angel still in his lap, took a firm hold under Angel’s ass, and rose to his feet holding him.

Angel seemed surprised, but reacted quickly by holding onto Brian’s shoulders and hooking his legs around his waist.

“Holy shit, Detective,” he whispered, clinging on as Brian carried him through his apartment.

“I thought you were gonna call me Brian,” he asked, kicking open his bedroom door.

Angel laughed lowly. “Baby, I’ll call you whatever you want when you get me in your bed.”3

At seven A.M., Brian’s phone vibrated somewhere on the bedroom floor.

Brian was a light sleeper usually, but after the intense work-out he’d had last night, it took him a solid minute to slowly wake and figure out where the noise was coming from.

Phone, pants…floor.