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“Not yet,” he says. “I haven’t held you for four days, April. I need more time.” He holds me tightly with his head to my chest, and I smile as hope blooms.
Sweet Mr. Garcia is in a league of his own.
I don’t get him often. It makes me cherish it more when I do.
His lips drop to my nipple, and he gently tugs it with his teeth.
“Hey.” I pull back from him. “Remember: no sex.”
“It was a nibble. My cock was nowhere near the Motherload.”
I giggle. “The Motherload. Is that what we’re calling it now?”
“Maybe.” He smiles. “It has a ring to it.” He bites my nipple again.
“Stop.” I laugh.
I refill our glasses and pass him his. He holds it up in the air, and I clink mine to his.
“What are we toasting?” I ask.
“To the most ridiculous social experiment of all time,” he mutters dryly. “Motherload abstinence.”
I burst out laughing, and he laughs, too. We fall silent as we stare at each other, the air circling with something new.
Hope.
He looks around my apartment. “So, what do we do now?”
I haven’t hung out with anyone on a platonic level for a really long time. It’s always been sex driven. “I have no idea.” I shrug. “Watch porn?”
“Works for me.”
I giggle. “You’re a sex maniac, Mr Garcia.”
"And you're excellent in bed, were perfectly suited."
"No, you're next level."
“You can talk. I’ve never met a woman like you. You’re more sexually charged than I am.”
My mouth falls open as I fake horror, “I am not.”
He raises an eyebrow.
I pinch my fingers together. “Little bit.”
“I’ll last longer than you will.” He smirks.
I smile goofily over at him, I like this game. And, of course, he’ll last longer than me. He doesn’t have to look at his beautiful body like I do.
“Let’s place a bet on it,”
“What’s the prize?”
“Hmm.” I think for a moment…what’s something that he would never want me to do…okay. “If you cave before me, you have to let me fuck you with a strap on dildo.”
He snorts wine up his nose. “What the fuck?” He splutters as he launches into a full -blown coughing fit. He slaps his chest, mortified. “That’s not fucking happening.”
“Well, then, keep your cock away from the Motherload.”
He throws his head back and laughs, and I do, too. It feels so good to laugh together.
He falls serious. “What do I get if I win? Which I will, by the way.”
“What do you want?”
“Hmm, the possibilities are endless.” He narrows his eyes. “Let me get back to you on that.”
“Or not. We both know I’m going to win, anyway.”
His eyes darken, and the energy is there again between us.
It’s atomic.
I need to change the subject. “We have to go back to your house,” I say.
His face falls. “Why?”
“Because, as your legal representative, we both know you being here isn’t a wise move. Especially with Theodore missing. If something were to go wrong and it came out that you’d snuck away…”
He rolls his eyes.
“I’ll pack a bag and come to your house.”
He opens his mouth to say something and then swiftly shuts it again.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“Say it.”
“I’m playing in a golf tournament tomorrow.”
“And?”
“I have to leave ridiculously early.”
“Sebastian, I’m more than capable of amusing myself for a few hours.”
His dark eyes drop down my body as if imagining something. “Doing what?”
“Not that.” I widen my eyes. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“Apparently, my body isn’t allowed in it, so…” He shrugs. “Come on, let’s go.”
I walk into my bedroom and take out my overnight bag from the closet. Sebastian walks into my room and looks around. He walks to my shelves and carefully studies my photo frames. “Who’s this?”
“That’s my sister Eliza, and that’s Nathan.”
He picks it up. “She looks like you.”
I smile. “She does.”
“And they guy?”
“That’s her partner. He’s a surgeon.”
He nods and places the frame back on the shelf. “Who’s this?”
“My parents.”
He places it back on the shelf, and then he picks up a rock. “What’s this?”
“My lucky rock.”
He smirks. “You have a lucky rock?”
I smile, feeling bashful. “Uh-huh.”
He turns it over and looks at the bottom. “What luck has it brought?”
“I found you.”
His eyes rise to meet mine, and he smiles softly. “You did.” He places it back on the shelf. “But I found you the first time.”
I think back to him coming to the coffee house for my bad coffee, day after day. “You know, there’s been a lot of weird coincidences between the two of us,” I say.
“Such as?”
I bite my lip to hide my smile. “You said that exact line the day we met.”
“I did?” He asks surprised.
I nod.
“What were the coincidences?”
“I saw you in the street the morning we met. You gave money to a homeless man on the street. After that, you came into my café.”
He smiles softly as if remembering. “Then I met this gorgeous blonde with a hot tight ass.”
