Page 121 of Cozen

“You don’t want an apartment, or what? Do you just enjoy shelling out large amounts of money every day for a decent hotel room in New York City?”

“There’s no point in me getting an apartment.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t stay long enough in one place to need one,” he replied honestly. “I get bored with whatever I’m doing, and move on. Or something comes up, and I have to leave. Like almost everything else in my life, New York isn’t permanent. It’ll never be. It’s pointless to make the effort to settle in to a place where I have no intention of staying.”

“Seems like a waste, Sargon.”

Her gaze met his again.

He grinned back.

“So be it,” he murmured. “I only put roots down where my heart is. Where it goes, I go. The rest is all details.”

“Details,” she echoed.

It came out like a whisper.

“Yes, details.”

Sargon passed by Cozen to grab two things—a silk robe hanging off the back of the chair, and the landline connected to the desk downstairs. He offered the robe to her, saying, “Make yourself comfortable. You’re all mine tonight.”

Cozen’s gaze lingered on the robe, but she didn’t take it. “If you want to fuck, just say so. You don’t have to make some show about it.”

“Actually, I want to eat. Then, I want to use the hot tub. Maybe watch a movie. Who fucking knows? Whether or not we fuck depends on your attitude up until then.”

Her sharp little gasp made him grin.

“You’re such an—”

“Asshole?” Sargon shrugged. “Get a new insult. That one’s been used on me too many damn times, sweetheart.”

Cozen yanked the robe away from him, and gave one of her glares before she headed for the attached bathroom. “Don’t worry. I will figure out a new insult for you. One you won’t like, Sargon. Oh, what about Sarg?”

Fuck that noise.

“Call me that name in bed, and I’ll shove my dick right up your a—”

She slammed the bathroom door, but not before giving him a sexy wink over her shoulder before she did so.

Behind the door, he heard her shout, “Maybe that’s what I want!”

Minx.

Cozen had her own kind of foreplay. That’s what Sargon had come to learn about the woman. It wasn’t just a hard, dirty fuck that she liked. No, she also liked the chase—the game. She got off on playing games.

Sargon didn’t mind playing along.

Mostly.

“Try this one now,” Sargon said.

Offering the forkful of raspberry cheesecake to Cozen, he couldn’t control the way his dick perked to life when her lips encased the fork. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she let out the softest moan before releasing the fork.

“Good, hmm?”

“Very good,” she replied.