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“You’re such a jerk. My body hurts. I thought I was fit, but of course, you ruined that conception, too.”
“I tend to ruin things,” I allowed, remembering the many nights I’d stayed awake, wondering whether or not what happened with Elsa was my fault. “But usually not without reason.”
“Yeah? What’s your reason for making me carry a hundred and fifty pounds of ice up and down a giant flight of stairs multiple times a day?”
“Punishment.”
The answer came easily.
“For what?”
Making me want her.
Instead of saying that, I opened the ice cream, scooped some into the spoon, and fed her. Her lips wrapped around the cold metal, and I drew it out, my movements slow and labored.
The metal sliding past her lips brought back the image of her tongue flicking my Prince Albert. My cock jerked to life, and the lingerie on her body did nothing to help it.
This woman could wear denim-blue tarp and look fuck-hot.
“Mmm.” She groaned and closed her eyes. “Definitely cheaper than therapy.”
I scooped some into my mouth when she opened hers for another bite.
Her mouth dropped open. “Seriously?”
“I can’t stop who I am.”
“Who you are is an asshole. That’s my ice cream. I bought it.”
“Remember what I said I’d do last time you called me an asshole?”
“Yes, please.” She leaned back onto the sheets, her lingerie-clad body arched toward me. “I hear an awful lot of talking and very little fucking.”
She threw my words at me like a pro, something like excitement sparkling in her eyes before they drooped as she yawned.
Christ, I hoped she didn’t drink like this in front of other people.
“You’re a high-functioning drunk. You know that?” I tossed the empty ice cream carton to the side when she yawned again. “You should sleep, or you’ll feel it when you wake up.”
“Are you leaving?”
I stood and readjusted my clothes, along with my unapologetic erection. “Yes.”
“It’s late.”
I eyed the clock. Nearly five in the morning, but I didn’t really have anywhere to be until my meeting with Gio at four.
“Are you asking me to stay?”
“I’m just saying, you brought me home, it’s late, and I don’t think it’s safe for you to drive while tired.”
I watched her struggle to get the covers over her body. “So, you’re asking me to stay…”
She gave up on the sheets before I leaned forward and swept them over her body.
“Yes, I’m asking you to stay. Happy?”
Not really.
