Decker stirred and wrapped an arm around Carina’s bare stomach, pulling her up against his body and away from the phone she’d been reaching for on the nightstand. He was hot all over and as naked as she was, judging by the hard-on digging into her upper thigh.If she’d only known that marriage came with so many nightly and sometimes first-thing-in-the-morning perks, she might have tried harder to rope herself a husband sooner—or a fake husband, anyway. Then again, there were decent odds that the insatiable desire that had consumed them both was only a product of the ticking-clock aspect of their bargain.He rubbed his lips along her shoulder. “Is someone shooting at us or am I dreaming?”“My father. That’s his ringtone.”With a string of curses under his breath about Ty Briscoe invading his bed, Decker flopped to his back, taking his heat with him. Carina had long ago given up reminding Decker that they weren’t really married. The ruse turned her on as much as it clearly did him, and there really wasn’t any harm in pretending.
