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It’s just not enough.
“Me.” I push on his shoulder so he rolls over, and I can ride him, moving fast, grinding in the perfect way to push on just the right spot. I start to see stars. Zane grabs my ass and sits up, capturing my mouth with his, and I just explode, clinging to him as I rock and push against him.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters between clenched teeth as he follows me over.
We’re tangled, chests heaving, and when our gazes lock, we start to laugh.
“I’m coming to school every damn day,” he says. “If it gets this kind of reaction out of you.”
“You were hot today,” I inform him.
“I didn’t even wear my uniform.”
I laugh as I disentangle us and sit on the bed next to him. “Not Captain America. Zane Cooper. You were hot today. You made my kids happy, and you were generous and fun. And kind to Timmy, even though that kid is a challenge.”
“I suspect he’ll be less of one for a while,” he replies and drags his hand down my hair. “I had fun, too. And I liked seeing you in your element. You’re good with them, Aub. They respect you already. I know you were frustrated on Friday, but I think it’s going to be a good year.”
“Yeah, today was much better, even before you arrived. The beginning of the year is always a challenge as we all settle into a groove together. But I admit, this helped a lot.”
“I tried to come toward the end of the day so no one would be expected to concentrate on actual schoolwork after I left.”
“It was perfect timing,” I agree. “The bell rang about fifteen minutes after you made your getaway.”
“Good.” He drags his fingertip down my arm, and the doorbell rings. “That’s dinner.”
He stands and pulls on his jeans—no underwear—and doesn’t bother to button them up. He doesn’t even pull on a shirt.
I reach for my robe and follow him into the living room, just as Amy walks inside, practically drooling over Zane.
I mean, who can blame her?
“Well, hello there. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”
“You didn’t,” I inform her, catching her attention. “We were finished.”
Her mouth opens and closes like a fish, and then she blinks and looks down at the bag in her hands. “Oh, well. Good. Anyway, here’s dinner. Baked salmon with asparagus and a side salad. You can just put it in the oven until you’re ready for it.”
“Thank you.” I smile at her and take the bag from her. “We appreciate it. Have a wonderful evening.”
“You, too.” She looks from me to Zane and then shakes her head and leaves.
“What kind of weird woman shit just happened?” Zane wonders as he follows me into the kitchen.
“Okay, you’re going to think this is ridiculous.”
“Most likely, yes. But that’s okay because I want to know.”
I pull down two dinner plates. “I’m hungry. You?”
He nods, and I get to work plating our dinners.
“She’s hot for you. And, let’s be honest, I can’t blame her. You’re incredibly attractive, Zane. And you answered the door like that.”
I point to him, and he looks down at himself and then back at me. “I’m covered.”
I snort and then cough. “Sure, your dick is covered. But you didn’t even put a shirt on. Come on, Zane. You even have that V thing in the hips, designed to lower a woman’s IQ by at least seventy-five points. All I’m saying is, Amy wants you. Has no problem flirting with you. And would tumble into bed with you in a heartbeat. So, I was just—”
“Marking your territory?” he finishes for me.
I frown.
Do I have the right to do that?
I mean, we’re sleeping together, literally. And we’re having sex. A lot of sex.
But maybe he doesn’t mean for this to be exclusive.
“Whoa, your brain just went into overdrive.” He grabs the plate and sets it down, then takes my shoulders in his hands. “I see it, Aubrey. I understand.”
“Maybe this isn’t exclusive, and I put my foot in my mouth,” I blurt out in complete mortification.
“Are you planning to fuck someone else?”
I blink rapidly and look up into his intense blue eyes. “Uh, no. I didn’t plan to fuck you. But I like it. I like you. And I just assumed that if we’re having sex, we’re not having sex with anyone else. As long as we’re having sex with each other. I’m babbling.”
He laughs and kisses my forehead. “I followed. And I agree. I’m too busy thinking about getting you naked as often as possible to be distracted by anyone else, honey. You don’t have to worry about that.”
“Well, maybe in the future, you can wear a shirt when you answer the door?”
He grins. “I don’t think that’s too much to ask. And maybe you wear more than that skimpy little robe.”
