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Hell, that waseverything.
After showering and styling my hair in a loose braid, I made my way down to the kitchen just as Gideon opened the front door, Ollie bounding inside, his tongue hanging from his mouth.
“Sorry we’re just getting back now,” Gideon said, unhooking Ollie’s leash and draping it over the hook in the foyer. It was so domesticated. As if this place was as much his as it was mine.
As if he’d always been a part of my life.
“Your dog’s a complete chick magnet. Everyone at The Daily Grind loves him.” He set a tray containing two coffee cups and a paper bag onto the kitchen table.
“He’s a dick magnet, too.”
A low growl echoed, but not from Ollie.
“I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”
“Don’t worry.” I scooped some kibble into Ollie’s bowl. He didn’t waste any time in barreling toward it and chowing down on his breakfast. “Ollie’s extremely protective of me. Usually growls at anyone with a penis who tries to get too close.” I laughed under my breath. “Pretty sure his dad taught him…” I trailed off. “Sorry. I’m doing it again.”
“Imogene…” Gideon approached me, cupping my face in his strong hands. “I meant what I said last night. Your past is a part of you. Don’t hide it from me. If talking about him makes you feel better, I’ll listen. Okay?”
I drew in a deep breath, then nodded.
“Good.” He covered my lips with his, then pushed out a frustrated sigh. “As much as I don’t want to, I have some work to catch up on. Can I call you later?”
“Sure.”
He smiled, then scrunched his brows. “I don’t think I even have your phone number.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but snapped it shut when I realized he was right. We may have had sex more times than I can count. At least more times than I’d had in the past five years. But I didn’t know his phone number.
“How is that possible?”
“I have no idea,” he chuckled, passing me his cell. “Add your contact info.”
After typing in my name and number, I handed it back. A smirk curved on his mouth as his fingers flew over the screen.
Seconds later, my phone buzzed in my pocket and I retrieved it.
Gideon:
Whenever you miss me during the day, think of how good you take my cock.
Biting back my infectious grin, I typed out a response and hit send.
Me:
But that will only make me miss you more. And it might make me want to touch myself, which I know is against the rules. So I may just need to be punished.
When he checked his phone, his jaw ticked as his dark gaze met mine.
With slow steps, he moved toward me, wrapping his fingers around my throat. “I believe that can be arranged, Ms. Prescott.”
I peered up at him with wide, doe eyes. “I’m looking forward to it, Mr. Saint.”
ChapterThirty-Five
Imogene
I didn’t think today was ever going to end. Not because I didn’t love my job.
