Page 10 of Stuck with Me

Rosie

The sexual tension between me and Nico is electric. I shouldn’t feel anything other than hatred toward this man. He’s trying to take away my favorite place in the entire world. The cabin is more than a structure of wood. It’s special. It’s where I feel closest to Gigi.

I must remain strong.

I can do this for Gigi. I’ve got a drawer full of sex toys at home. I don’t needhim.

But not only is the alcohol dulling my usual strong-willed attitude, it’s causing me to be horny as hell. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex I can’t even remember when the last time was. I’ve only had a handful of serious relationships. Casual hookups are easier for me. I don’t like to get attached.

Attachment leads to heartache. Losing my parents at such a young age was bad enough. But losing Gigi, who had been not only my grandma and my caregiver, but she’d been my everything.

“Last year in Vegas,” I find myself blurting.

And suddenly I do remember when the last time was that I was properly fucked.

“Excuse me?” Nico says, licking his lips as they hover close to the rim of his beer bottle.

God, I want to smash my mouth against those plump lips.

“What?” I say, blinking at him.

He lowers the bottle and his lips curve into a sly smile. “You’re the one who was talking.”

“Right. I was,” I mutter.

“And you were saying?”

My brain feels fuzzy, and the alcohol warms my veins deliciously. “Last year in Vegas. That’s the last time I had sex.”

His brows shoot up. “Oh. I didn’t realize we were swapping stories about our sex lives.”

Boy would I love to swap something with this man. A lot of something’s.

No. Stop it. Rosie, you are better than this. If you’re that horny, there’s a handful of guys in this town who would love to fuck you.

I try to play it off and shrug. “Your turn.”

He leans back, looking more relaxed than I’ve seen him since he strutted into my coffee shop earlier today. His long legs are sprawled out, with one foot propped on the base of my stool. He looks like sex on a stick.

“Fine. I’ll bite. Six months ago.”

My jaw drops.Six months?A helluva long time for a man. I fight back a gasp.

His jaw pops. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?” my voice goes up.

“Like that. Like you pity me.”

“There’s gotta be a story there. What is it? Your longtime girlfriend broke things off with you?” I signal to Jones for another round of beer, and he simply rolls his eyes at me.

“Uh no.” He clears his throat. “It was nothing serious. It was the pastor’s daughter.”

I almost spit out my beer. “No shit?”

His eyes darken as he purses his lips. The way he looks at me every time I cuss sets a fire to my skin. It makes me want to release a loud string of curse words and wriggle as I anticipate the outcome. Maybe he’ll reprimand me. A tingle shoots through my core at the thought.

I could go for a light spanking.

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