“I’m still processing it.”
“You like it.”
“I do.”
Nina rolled her eyes and attempted to sit up but he caught her by the waist and pulled her right back down like she weighed nothing.
“Jio.”
“Babe…” he cooed sweetly. She could tell by his voice that he wanted another dose of her.
“I have work.”
“Me too.” He wasn’t letting her leave his side.
“Because I have a job.”
“You own a company,” he corrected her.
“Exactly, which means I have more work.”
He kissed the back of her shoulder. “You can be late.”
“No, I cannot.”
“You the boss.”
“That’s why I can’t be late,” she said firmly. It was important that she remained her top priority. It was so fuckin’ easy to lose herself in the light of his presence. Nina couldn’t do that this time around. It would be an expensive mistake.
Jio made a sound like he disagreed with the entire concept of responsibility. Nina hated how much she missed that about him too. Jio did what he wanted to do, no one could tell him otherwise. The world revolved around him and his schedule and not the other way around. He had a wild way of making the most stressful things, in her opinion, sound logical, all because he had a way of speaking with enough confidence to assure her otherwise.
She tried again to get up and this time he let her, but not before his hand slid down her bare thigh.
“Don’t start,” she warned.
“What am I doing bookie?”
She wasn’t going back and forth with him.
Nina swung her legs over the side of the bed and quickly gathered that walking was going to require her to have functional legs. He’d stripped her of all her energy with all that fuckin’ they’d done for hours non-stop. She held onto the edge of the mattress and inhaled through her nose.
Behind her, Jio chuckled. “You need some help?”
“Don’t laugh at me.”
“I’m not.”
She shot him a look over her shoulder. “You did it on purpose.”
“I can’t control how you take this dick.”
Nina found his T-shirt somewhere near the chair by the window and slipped it over her head. The fabric fell to the middle of her thighs and smelled like him, which was both comforting and irritating. She didn’t see any of her clothes, butif her memory served her correctly, her dress was somewhere in the foyer.
One heel was probably in the hallway. The other could’ve been in another borough for all she knew. She remembered Jio taking it off hastily and tossing it over his shoulder when they were on the balcony getting it in. Nina limped to the bathroom with her almost dead phone in her hand. She relieved her full bladder, simultaneously texting the concierge in her building and asking them to please take Nino for a walk. She knew he was looking for his mama.
Her assistant, Ava, texted her to let her know that there was a power outage that happened overnight and they were still trying to get the Internet to work and wanted to know if everyone could work from home today.
“Alright Lord, I hear ya.”
