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Two hours later, I’m vegged out on the couch watching TV when West walks in. “Yo, baby mama!” he hollers as he stomps through the house.
“Shh!” I whisper-shout back, “Clarkson is on!”
He bypasses the living room and heads for the kitchen. “Kelly?”
I scrunch my nose. “What? No. Jeremy. Hush.”
I hear the fridge open, followed by him rifling through it. “Isn’t that a porn star?”
“Nope. That’s Ron Jeremy. Figured you of all people would know that.”
West pads into the room wearing just his jeans and plops down next to me. “What? Because I created a porn app, I have to know their names?”
I roll my head to look at him. “One would think.”
He reaches out and fingers a lock of my hair. “I’m more fascinated with your porn knowledge.”
The sound of an engine revving on the screen gets my attention and I bat his hand away. “Shh! Abbie Eaton is about to take a Lamborghini Huracan Performante around the Eboladrome.”
West wraps an arm around my shoulders and yanks me into him. “I don’t have a fucking clue what you’re trying to say, Stacia.”
“Watch, then we’ll talk.”
He humors me, and we watch as she kicks ass, completing the lap in less than a minute and a half.
“Holy shit!” I squeak out when she finishes and her time flashes on the screen. “That’s the second-fastest time on this track!”
West chuckles and I grab the remote and pause the show. “What’s so funny?”
He tugs me onto his lap. “Watching you geek out over cars is kind of hot.”
I bite my lower lip. “Is it?”
With a firm grip on my hips, he drags my pelvis forward. I moan at the feeling of his hardness beneath me. “Fuck yes, baby. I can just picture you spread out bare-ass-naked on the hood of one of those fast cars you like.”
His hands slide down the back of my pants, where he cups my ass, pulling me more firmly against him as he peppers my neck and shoulders with soft kisses.
“Tell me about it,” I beg, looping my arms around his neck and swiveling my hips.
He groans. “First, I’d watch you drive. Seeing you command all that power gets me so hot for you. Then, when you came in, I’d yank your hot ass out of the car, lay you down on the hood, and fuck you good and hard, making you shout my name as you came.”
His dirty words send a surge of arousal through my system. “I need you,” I murmur before standing from his lap.
“Have me,” he replies, shucking off his pants and boxers in one go.
I follow suit and strip down so that the only thing adorning my body is my ink, piercings, and the necklace he gave me. I can’t help but wonder if he’ll notice.
West drags his eyes over my body appreciatively. “You’re wearing it,” he states, sounding all too pleased.
I move back to him, situating myself back on his lap, poised over him, my back to his front. “Of course I am. I love it.”
West wraps my long hair around his fist and pulls me flush against him. I sink down onto him, letting him control my movements with those hot hands of his until we’re both panting and gasping out our releases.
Chapter Thirty-Four
West
Freshly showered and redressed after our couch sex, I lead Stacia into the kitchen. “So,” I hedge. “That was…”
“Amazing? Unexpected? The perfect ending to an already perfect day?”
I tweak her nose. “All of those things.”
“I really love the necklace,” she tells me, twisting the bar pendant between her fingers. “How on earth did you manage it?”
Shrugging, I try and play it off. “I may or may not have ordered it the day we inked the contract.”
“What? Really?”
“Yeah. Today seemed like the perfect day to give it to you.”
“You nailed it. Thank you.”
I snag a set of keys from the island. “I have another surprise for you.”
“You do?”
“Damn straight,” I say, tossing her the keys.
She quirks a sculpted brow at me, but I don’t say anything. “C’mon.”
Together we walk outside, and I revel in her jaw-dropped expression when she sees the surprise I brought home.
“Holy shit!” She whirls to face me. “This isn’t a surprise—it’s a freaking second mortgage!”
She approaches with caution, skimming her hand over the matte, olive-green paint job. “Do you like it?”
“I love it.” She tugs on the door handle and it opens, revealing to her the fully decked out espresso brown and black leather interior. “Wait! Where’s your AMG?”
I walk over to her and nod toward the spacious back seat. “It wasn’t family friendly, so I upgraded.”
“To a G-Wagon?”
“That’s right. Plenty of room for a car seat back there.” I wink. “Maybe even two.”
She smacks me in the chest. “Don’t play.” Then she giggles, the sound music to my ears. “Oh my God, you bought a daddy wagon.”
