Another excerpt from Talia Carmichael’s *Sparks* (A sweet one)

A hand shook him. Bernie swatted at it. The hand continued to shake him. Blearily, he opened his eyes and glared at Tomas.

“Why ya waking me? You said sleep, and that’s what I’m trying to do. Go away.” Bernie closed his eyes.

“You sure are mouthy for someone who’s sleeping. Now, up. We have plans.” Tomas sounded cheerful.

“No plans. Sleep,” Bernie moaned.

“Are you welshing on our bet?”

“I’m no welsher.” Bernie opened his eyes.

Absently, he noted Tomas was fully dressed as he stood by the side of the bed.

“Then get up and let’s go. I’m leaving in twenty minutes.

We’ll eat breakfast when we get there. Chop chop.” Tomas clapped his hands.

“Let me find a weapon, and I’ll be happy to chop you.” Bernie bared his teeth.

“You’re not usually this cranky in the morning.”

“I am when someone wakes me up in the middle of the night, then revs me up, then goes all gentlemanly,” he grumbled irritably, thinking of the night before.

Tomas pouted. “Try to do something good, and you get no appreciation.”

Bernie sat up, getting off the bed next to Tomas. Standing, he kissed him thoroughly. He licked inside his mouth and suckled his tongue. Pushing him away, Bernie sauntered to the bathroom. In the doorway, he glanced over his shoulder. Tomas was facing him with his arms crossed over his chest.

“That’s my appreciation. And later, I’ll fuck the gentleman out of you,” Bernie promised.

“We can do it now.” Tomas walked toward him.

“Oh, no. You got me up, so we’re going wherever the hell you plan on taking me.” Bernie stepped quickly into the bathroom, closing and locking the door.

“Open up, Bernie.” Tomas’s fist pounded on the door.

“No. I’m getting ready.” Bernie laughed.

He turned on the shower and got in. As he cleaned up, he noticed Tomas had stopped pounding. He heard a scraping sound. Turning off the water, he got out and grabbed a towel. Wrapping it around his body, he went to the door. Opening it, he looked at Tomas, and then at what he held in his hand.

“What were you doing?”

“Taking the door off the hinges.” Tomas didn’t even sound apologetic.

He threw down the power screwdriver and reached for him.

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