Page 73 of Let’s Be Real

“Hmmm.” He closed his book and set it aside. “Did you think I wouldn’t have done that?”

“I’m sure you’ve looked into it—”

His eyes narrowed. “What’s going on with you, Sammie?”

“What do you mean?”

He studied me, scratching the side of his head. “Something’s been different about you lately. I’ve been thinking about it and realized you haven’t mentioned a Douche replacement. That’s unlike you.”

“Will…” I muttered, mostly out of habit. “That’s because there isn’t one.”

He leaned forward, his brow dropping. “You’re telling me you’re not dating anyone? What’s it been, two months?”

“Something like that.” I folded my arms across my middle.

“And…? You’re not dating?” he pressed.

I shook my head. “I’m taking a break from men for a while.”

I didn’t have to look to know Nate was listening. He also knew I wasn’t quite telling the truth, but what he and I were doing wasn’t dating.

We were fucking.

That was it.

Nate was incredible in bed…and on the counter…against the wall…

That was where this thing between us began and ended, though, and I thought that was why we were working so well. No strings or complications made it easy to spend time with him. I didn’t have to worry about an axe hanging over my head, waiting to chop me to bits when it inevitably ended.

Because it always did.

“That’s a good idea,” Adrian said. “I can’t say I’m not surprised, though. I don’t think you’ve ever gone this long without male companionship.”

I snorted a laugh. “I have plenty of companionship from you. Why would I need to go out looking for a guy who won’t measure up?”

He shook his head. “Don’t get any ideas about falling in love with me.”

I made a cross with my fingers. “Never suggest something so unholy again. I’ll jump right out of this airplane.”

He raised his hands. “You’re right. My mistake. I regretted it immediately after saying it.”

“The very idea…” I hissed, shaking my head.

“Disgusting,” he muttered, grinning.

Even though we were joking, there was relief shared between us. We were still on the same page. I thought we always would be, but it was good to check in from time to time to confirm neither of us was pining away for the other.

When Adrian went back to his book, I ventured a look across the aisle at Nate. He was busy with his laptop again, his long, elegant fingers pecking away at the keyboard.

Fingers that had been pumping inside my pussy just yesterday morning.

Hands that held me down and made me take it.

Arms that wrapped around me, keeping me as close to his body as humanly possible.

This was why I thought about ordinances and real estate laws. If I let my mind wander, it inevitably landed on Nate and all the filthy things he’d done to me.

I’d never get any work done.