“I hear you need a bikini,” Bear says when I traipse into Ballers after work the next day. We all agreed to meet and hang out.
I glare at Sawyer. “You have a big mouth,”
“The better to eat you with, my dear,” the blond winks.
Bear leans into my space. “Do we need another trip to Victoria’s Secret?”
“No.” Not another. The first trip, I nearly died.
“Evie,” he strokes the back of my neck in a way that makes me shiver. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
I raise a brow.
“Bear has a hot tub,” Sawyer says, setting a drink in front of me.
“Do you?” I swivel to face the big man and his arms slip around me. It feels so good.
“Mhm,” he rumbles.
“Then I’ll just have to get a bathing suit.” The world really is ending if I just volunteered to go shopping for swimwear.
“You won’t regret it.” Sa
