Pressing his forehead briefly against hers, he added, “But it’s better if you don’t ask questions.”

Nothing could have been more calculated to elicit questions, but Ruby lay and watched as he went to the closet near the back of the room. Opening any closets in Eva and Maury’s house was a risk, and this one was no different. The moment he swung open the door, out tumbled a variety of colorful plastic toys.

“I hate to argue with a man on a mission, but are you sure that’s the best place to be looking?”

He grinned over his shoulder. “We had a water balloon fight at the beginning of summer. I’m sure they’re around here somewhere.”

“Uh-oh. Why do I get the feeling there’s a story in this?”

“We ran out of balloons after about ten minutes, but the boys wanted to keep playing. Julio said he knew where there were some more hidden inside the house.” Spencer found the plastic bin containing all the water toys and held it up in triumph. “Eva and Maury were laughing too hard to correct him. That was the first time I’ve ever been hit in the face with a water-filled condom. Hopefully, it was also the last. They hurt a lot more than regular water balloons.”

Spencer jumped as a pair of very hot, very naked arms encircled him from behind. A kiss that bordered on a bite pricked at his shoulder, and he felt himself shiver in response.

“I’ve finally figured you out,” Ruby cooed. Her breath against his neck only caused the shiver to deepen into a full-body prickle of sensation. “You like kids.”

“Of course I do.”

“And dogs.”

“Obviously.”

“And puppies. And kittens. And all things soft and fluffy.”

He’d managed to find the box of condoms by this time—the cardboard destroyed by water, but the foil-packaged prophylactics still fully functional—but something about the playful, warning note in Ruby’s voice gave him pause.

She slid her hands up his body to his shoulders and whirled him around. If he’d have been ready for it—braced against her touch—he could have easily fought her, but there was a soft, naked woman taunting him while her entire body pressed against his. Fighting was the last thing on his mind.

If he’d thought the press of her breasts against his back was bad, it was nothing compared to the way they felt against his own chest. But then she spoke.

“You’re a good man, Spencer Wilson,” she said. “Pretty please, will you fuck me now?”