Page 63 of Phoenix

“Fine. You have the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It’s monster. Happy?” I roll my eyes and try to hide my smile.

“Thank you. My ego needed the boost.”

“Case, if there is something about you that needs absolutely no help at all, it’s your already inflated ego.”

“It’s not inflated ego when it’s true.”

“My point exactly.”

He just shakes his head and laughs.

“Before we have to get dressed to check out, I want to make sure we are both clear on the agreement.”

“Okay...”

“Two weeks. Casual friends who hang out and have tons of secret sex. Is it really that simple?”

“I mean, it sounds simple to me.”

The look that passes between us screams how we both know nothing is ever that simple.

Case

It’s been two days since I parted ways with Nora when we arrived back in Savannah, and I’m starting to get antsy. I had a shift the night we got back, so I opted to sleep in the truck for the four-hour drive back home. Then, I didn’t even get to say a private goodbye to Nora before I had to leave to pick up Arya from Justin and head to work.

We’ve exchanged flirty texts here and there, and I’ve tried to ask for nudes, but she’s too smart to give in. I’ll just have to acquire some I’ve personally shot next time I see her. With her permission, of course.

I haven’t seen her face or heard her voice in two days, and I’m pissed like a horny teenage boy about it. I knew it would be this way once I finally had her. I have always wanted her. I just needed her to catch up with me, and now that she has, I’ll accept her in any way she will give herself to me—even if it is purely physical—for now.

I shoot off a quick text to her, telling her I’m seeing her tonight, no excuses, from the driver’s seat of my cruiser on my lunch break, then toss my phone to the center console and open my bag of food.

I pull out my burger and immediately hear whining.

“Are you really going to steal some of my lunch again?”

I look over to see Arya perched in the passenger seat, licking her chops and staring at my food. She always moves to the front during my breaks.

“I take that as a yes. Can I at least have a few bites first?”

She whines a bit more then gives me one bark as if to say, “Uh, absolutely not, Dad. Give me that burger.”

“Would you settle for a handful of French fries and let me keep my burger?”

She puts her front paws up on the center console and pokes her head over to my side of the car and pushes her nose against the bag.

“Atta girl.” I reach into the bag and pull out a handful of fries and lay them in the back seat. She immediately scurries back and scarfs them down while happily wagging her tail.

“Spoiled. So spoiled.”

I begin to dig into my burger when my phone vibrates with a phone call. I press the button on my steering wheel to answer via Bluetooth.

“Yo,” I say, without even knowing who is on the other end.

“Yo, yourself,” Nora’s voice croons through my speakers and over my body like silk.

“Sorry. I didn’t know it was you. I would have been less of a tool when I answered,” I laugh.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind your...tool.”

“Well, I’m very happy to hear that. How are you?” I ask.

“I’m good. I’ve just been keeping busy with Amelia, helping her sort through some recipes and then taking some time to really focus on me. Reading, writing, you know? Things I love and never really have time for anymore.”

“I remember you telling me you liked to write. I’m glad you’re finding time again.”

The night Nora and I really talked, the first weekend we met,

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