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Saona
I’m half dead and Jax won’t stop talking. First, he sent me straight into an orgasm coma.No, I’m not smiling internally at the memory. Then he gets a phone call at this ungodly hour and is swearing to someone that he will be there as soon as possible. Now he feels the need to explain it to me and all I want to do is knock out again.
“That was the warehouse guy on the phone. He finds me supplies for the house and we have an agreement that he shows the stuff to me first. He got kitchen cabinets today and I badly need to get a good deal on those. I’m hoping to persuade him to sell me the ones I want for a good price. He’s ornery and haggling is not really my suit—”
Adrenaline shoots up my body and my eyes fly open. “Haggling?”
I throw the sheets off me.
“Yeah…” His gaze is on my breasts but he shakes his head and turns around. “I’m on a budget and I need the best deal I can get.”
I jump off, naked like the day I was born, and go around the bed where he’s tying up his sneakers. “I wanna come.”
His gaze, at eye level with my bare kitten, as he called it last night, slow trails up my body until it settles hotly on my eyes. “I think you did sweetheart, like four times.”
I take a step closer. “I meant go with you but I’ll take it both ways if you’re offering.”
His smile is sinful. “I was so wrong about you. You’re really are a bad girl.”
His hands shoot around me and grab onto my ass. He pulls me closer, pressing slow kisses and slow licks against my mons.This is the hottest thing in my whole life. And I moan like it too.
“I’ll owe you this one. I have to be there in twenty minutes.”
I lock away the flames burning inside my skin for the moment and rush to get dressed. I reach for a pair of panties from my bag, throw them on with a bra, my jeans, and, since I can’t find where he threw my shirt last night, I grab one of his and knot it in the back. All that while pretending to ignore his blatant staring. I finger comb my hair into a ponytail, brush my teeth, and throw on some eyeliner. We’re in the car two minutes later.
“I’ve never seen a woman get ready that fast.” He’s in awe and I mentally fist pump while applying my mascara. I just impressed him out of the bed.
“You said haggle and shopping.”
“Shopping for cabinets,” he corrects me and pulls into a Country Farms drive-through.
“No Starbucks?” I’m not a snob but when there’s no Café Bustelo, Starbucks is my damage of choice.
“You’re not in New York, Princess Saona. There’s not one of those overpriced stores on every corner on my side of town.”
I roll my eyes at him.
“This is not my favorite either but we can’t waste any time,” he adds.
That’s how we end up sharing one cup as he speeds toward Dan’s Warehouse.
“You have a shopping addiction. You were half dead but woke up to come with me. Just because I said shopping?”
I pass him the coffee. “No, because you said haggling. It’s a family thing. Sierra and I used to do it with our dad. When he had to buy stuff, we would pack up on his old Ford station wagon and go to thrift stores or flea markets. We would discuss a budget and how far above it we could go.”
“Sounds like fun. And I would have never guessed you have seen the inside of a thrift shop. I picked you up atDown Home Comfortyesterday.It’s expensive just to look at stuff in there.”
I remember my purchases from yesterday. “First of all, we were once scraping by, though my mother would never admit it. Second, my dad always preached the value of a good bargain. Third, the stuff I bought at that bougie store was actually a house-warming gift for you.”
He does a double take. “What? Why would you buy me frou-frou stuff from there?”
I keep talking over him.
“Fourth of all, you don’t even know what I bought you or if it’s frou-frou. Fifth of all, I believe the words you’re looking for are thank and you.”
He laughs. “Thank you.”
