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He tugs me forward into his lap. “I have my reasons for keeping us quiet. I wish you would trust me. But for right now, that’s how it has to be. And yes, it’s unfair to you. But it’s this or nothing.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Please. Just trust me right now.”
“I don’t want to be this secret person in your life. I deserve—”
“You deserve everything. Please. Just give me time.” My heart skips a beat, and something settles in me at his declaration.
“How much time?”
“I wish I could give you that answer. But not too much longer. Please.”
I take in the strain around his eyes. “Okay.”
He cups the back of my head and kisses me. “Thank you.”
“Sure, but can we go back to the other part where you said—”
“I love you. Fuck, I love you.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and return his kiss. “I love you, too.” God, itislove. “Gah! This is kind of crazy. I used to totally hate you, you know.”
“You never hated me. I saw the way you would eye fuck me during the day.”
I laugh and slap him on the shoulder. “Yeah, more like murder you.”
“Well, ever since you started, I wondered how your mouth would feel around my cock. How slick your cunt would feel when I slid inside you. How sweet these lips would taste.”
“That’s a little aggressive, don’t you think, Mr. Monroe?”
“Not when it comes to you, Miss Evans. You have the power to bring a man to his knees. And let me tell you, it’s not a bad place to be.”
That may have been the sweetest and hottest thing someone has ever confessed to me. “Okay, fine. You win.”
He takes my lips quick and hard, but we’re interrupted by Harry yelling for me.
“Coming! Sorry, work calls. If you hurry, you can leave before all the roughnecks show up.”
He squeezes my ass. “Not a chance. I think I’m going to tough it out tonight. See what this whole cheap draft beer thing is all about.”
I smile, loving this laid-back side of him. “Okay. Your funeral.” I climb off his lap and get back to work, and he parks himself on the bar stool in front of me. I get the attention of the crowd and point to Theo. Then I yell, “Shots on the house! This guy’s buyin’!”
Chapter twenty-two
Fay
“Youhavegottobe kidding me.”
“No way. This is it.”
Mindy and I stand in the middle of a sex shop, staring at an outfit—no, it can’t even be considered an outfit.
“It’s a string.”
“Technically, it’s a ribbon. Sexy if you ask me.”
I lean in and check the price tag. “Are you kidding me? A hundred and fifty dollars for a ribbon?”
Mindy shrugs at the display mannequin wrapped up in a thick red bow. “Hey, you asked, I answered. Who wouldn’t want to come home to their hot girlfriend—ouch.”
“We’re not dating.”
