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“The fire alarm? Why did you end my date? How you were rude to Parker? He is just an innocent bystander in this.”

In front of his car, he boxed Georgia in against the passenger-side door. “I pulled the fire alarm because I was insane with jealousy that last night we fucked, and this morning we cuddled, but tonight you were with another man. I ended your date because when it comes to you, I am obsessed and possessive. Fuck, I don’t want you dating someone else. I was rude to him because the dickhead thought he had a chance with you and he doesn’t.”

She stomped her foot. “How is this taking things slow?”

Elijah had to touch her. His hands cradled her neck. “Maybe we still go slow, but not as slow as we were going?”

“This behavior is unacceptable.” Georgia stared at him with a no-nonsense look. “You pulled a fire alarm!”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Not my finest moment, but they were up for a random audit either way. It’s fine.”

Rubbing under her jaw with his thumb, he told her, “I’m sorry. It was over the top.”

She crossed her arms. “Just tell me what you want.”

“I want to put a label on us. Let’s date. And not see other people.” He sounded like a teenager and was sure his next move was to write a handwritten note that said “circle yes or no.” “If you still want me.”

Thank fuck, he felt her soften against him. “Of course, I still want you. You’re all I think about. I want us to date, but you have to promise me, no more unwarranted fire alarms.”

“Agreed,” Elijah gave in easily.

His mouth pressed against her, sweet and soft before adding more pressure. She kissed him with as much enthusiasm. Her tongue slipped into his mouth. They were tangled together until someone screamed to get a room, which was his plan either way.

Their next stop was back to his house.

CHAPTER

THIRTY

FOR THE FIRST time, Elijah wished he didn’t have work. The past two weeks had gone surprisingly well for speeding up their dating situation. Elijah learned she preferred wings with blue cheese over fancy dinner dates, watching football over reality television, and her king bed over his queen.

Which was no complaint on his end because it meant she slept over more often than not.

Georgia was curled up in his bed, and all he wanted was to strip off his clothes and climb back in with her. Watching her sleep like some creep, he sat on the mattress. She rolled over to her side, and her eyes fluttered open.

“Good morning,” she greeted him with a scratchy voice.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Good morning, Peach.”

“Why do you have clothes on?” She pouted, and he got it. Going to work was low on the priority list for him too, especially with her naked.

Elijah brushed some of her blond hair out of her face. “I have work today, but in forty-eight hours, I’m yours.”

When she sat up, the blanket fell off her body. Elijah bit his knuckles. Her body and her curves made his mouth water, made his dick hard. His hand reached out to touch her, but she swatted him away.

Georgia pointed at him. “You have to get to the station, so I need to get dressed.”

“Or…” Elijah stood and took a few steps back, so he wasn’t tempted to blow off work just so he could touch her. “You can stay here as long as you want and lock up when you leave.”

Her beautiful eyes widened with surprise. “Are you sure? What if I stay here all day, and sleep here at night?”

“I’m okay with that as long as you send me pictures throughout the day.”

She licked her lower lip. “You did say I could read the new James Patterson book.”

His heart raced at her being in his home all day, but it wasn’t panic. Nope. Elijah loved the idea of her here, invading his space, making her mark.

Georgia had him wrapped around her finger.