Blake started to roll to his side and take Kara with him, but he caught himself a second before he did. What the hell was he doing? Cuddling? Flipping cuddling? He was losing his f-ing mind. Blake rolled off of her and shoved off the bed, standing up and giving her his back, before stalking toward the bathroom, ridding himself of the condom and tossing it into the trash. He glowered at himself in the mirror a moment, but didn’t dare leave Kara alone. He had no idea how she’d pulled off drugging him before. He wasn’t leaving her an opening to do it again.

He stalked back to the main room and found Kara sitting up, her knees curled to her chest. “Why after you insisted I come here do I feel like you now want me to leave?” she demanded.

Blake snatched up his jeans and started to tug them on. “I don’t fucking want you to leave.”

“You aren’t very convincing,” she snapped back.  “And you say ‘fuck’ and ‘fucking’ a lot.”

Blake’s hands settled on his hips. “You have a problem with the word ‘fuck’?”

“You use it in every other sentence.”

“So I’ve been told.” By his brother Royce’s wife, Lauren, who was one of the only women he knew who came off sweet and still fought like a tigress. Until Kara. And he liked it. He liked it a little too much. His cock thickened. Apparently, it did too.

“But you don’t care enough to stop,” Kara commented.

“It’s not that I don’t care.” Blake ran a rough hand through his hair, and he forced his shoulders to relax on a breath. “It’s a habit. I picked it up from a client I worked for.” He sauntered to the desk chair and sat down, trying not to think about Kara spread wide on the desk. He failed and adjusted his jeans.  “Someone would say ‘Good morning’ and he’d reply with something like ‘Good morning and fuck you.' Now where is product I ordered?’” Kara’s eyes went wide and Blake grinned. “Or there was this time he took a bite of his food in a restaurant and dropped his fork in distaste and grumbled ‘fuck’, then glared at the people walking in the door and told them to ‘run for their fucking lives’.”

Kara laughed, a soft, feminine note that did funny things to his insides. “He sounds both horrible and entertaining.”

“He was a jerk but a damn entertaining and efficient one, too. He did his job.”

“Which was what?”

“Security.”

“Sounds like he might need some protection of his own.”