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“A friend of mine. He works for me sometimes.”
“Have you slept with him?”
I stare at him, my mouth gaping. “That is none of your goddamn business!”
He palms the back of his neck and my eyes drop to the white short sleeved wifebeater that’s clinging to his chest, it pronounces every single muscle on his finely tuned body. His sleeveless MC cut just adds to the whole ‘bad boy biker’ vibe he’s giving off.
My mouth goes dry.
“You don’t mean that.”
“Do you think you have some weird biker claim over me because we had sex one time?”
“You don’t count oral as sex? Interesting.” He grins. “The fact you count it as foreplay is hot as fuck.”
Nothing I say to this man puts him off.
“Well that was last night, and this is now. Like I said, it was fun and all, but we’re not a thing.”
“Okay.”
I frown. “What?”
“I said okaaaay.”
I narrow my eyes. Just like that? Of course I know he’s full of shit. “Well, if you’ve nothing else to add. Thanks for?—”
“The best night of my life?”
“You’re not getting the memo.”
He bites down on his lip, narrowing his eyes like he’s trying to understand what I mean. “The memo that you’re nuts about me?”
“You’re taking this a little too far.”
“I’ve been thinkin’ about it, and we’re not fuck buddies, nor are we friends with benefits. A situationship insinuates we’re seeing other people as well, and I’m not, by the way, so I don’t really know what to call this.”
I stare at him blankly. “Situationship?”
He waves a hand. “Millennial talk for fuckin’ around without feelin’s.”
My heart skips a beat and all I really heard in all of that was, he’s not fucking anyone else. Though how long that’ll last is anyone's guess. “You’ve obviously spent way too much time pondering this.”
“Unless I’m the guy that doesn’t get it?” He folds his arms over his chest defiantly. “You tryin’ to let me down gently, Mama?”
I move around the counter and past him toward the dining table where I have my large weekender and a duffel bag with clothes spilling out. “Now we’re getting a little closer to home.”
He turns, following me to the dining table. Resting his hands on the back of the chair next to me he says, “So you don’t wanna do any of that again?”
Yes! I want to scream. Yes, I want to do it all again because being with you made me forget everything for a while. It’s selfish, but you make me feel like I matter…
But instead, I say, “It’s probably best if we just call it what it was; a good fuck that we both enjoyed.”
He snorts. “You don’t want me to nibble on that clit ever again, Estelle? Suck on your pretty pussy and let you come all over my face?”
My breath catches in my chest as I turn to meet his gaze. He’s not laughing this time, but he’s definitely gauging my reaction.
“I didn’t?—”
