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“Are you calling me fat?”
“No. I’m calling myself lazy.”
I purse my lips again. Good answer, dick. Good answer. I shake my head as the elevator shudders to a stop on the third floor.
“You have to put me down. I need to get my key out.”
“Where is it?”
“My ass pocket. I’m pretty sure there’s a key-shaped imprint on my butt cheek from sitting in your car.”
“Never mind. I’ll put my hand imprint there later.” He eases me to standing, and I shiver at his words.
He dips his hand into my back pocket, gives my ass a hard squeeze, then pulls out the key. I give him a dirty look, but I’m certain it’s spoiled by the half grin on my face.
Tyler smirks and unlocks my door. Then freezes. “Shit, Liv. And you say my apartment is messy.”
Oops. I did kind of forget to tidy up. “Um.”
He glances back at me, the smirk still in place, and shakes his head. “Put The Big Bang Theory on and I might just forgive the fact your bra is hanging over the back of the chair and making me hard as hell.”
“Really?” I raise my eyebrows, dump the food on the coffee table, and turn to the DVD player. “From a bra?”
“Yes.” His eyes darken. “Because I can imagine chucking your bra over the chair then bending you over that table.”
I swallow, ignoring the ache in my clit. “Honey, you need to get laid.”
“That’s the plan.”
I grab the DVD controller off the table, ignoring him, and sit back on the sofa. He swipes the food from the table and drops next to me. I hold my hand out expectantly for my food. He stares at my hand for a moment.
Then he pulls his fries from the bag and pushes play on the controller.
I cough, waving my hand. He eats some fries and moves my hand down.
“Can’t see the telly,” he mumbles through his food.
“Gross.” I make a swipe for the bag, but he holds it to the side. “Tyler! You’re such a fucking child!” I jab him in the bicep.
He winces, dropping his arm, and I take the chance to grab the bag.
With a laugh, I say, “Ha! Who has the food now?” I get up and run around the table, digging in for my burger. I unwrap it and tear a bite off in a very unladylike way.
Hey, if the guy can fuck me on a regular basis, he can deal with my eating habits.
“Liv,” he says slowly, standing, his eyes dead on mine. “Give me my burger.”
I shake my head.
“Liv.” An undercurrent of a threat is in his voice, and despite the small thrill it sends through my body, I take another bite of my burger.
“Yes?”
“The burger.”
I shake my head for a second time. “Nope. You take my food, I take yours.”
“You took it back.” He cocks an eyebrow, taking slow steps toward me.
