Page 49 of Cocky Jerk

“Why me?”

He looks at me thoughtfully before shrugging his shoulders.

“Just feels right.”

I guess that’s all it takes for someone to let down their guard and change their way of thinking. One feeling, a sense of belonging. It’s not something you plan, it just happens. Mostly when you least expect it and sometimes with a person you never imagined being with.

“Now, get some rest. I’m gonna be ready to go again in an hour and this time, I want you on top.”

* * *

I wokeup to the scent of freshly brewed coffee and the sound of bacon sizzling in a frying pan. In other words, I woke to bliss. I had no idea how Marco managed to function so early, especially after sleeping all of three hours. I could barely get it together to take a shower.

But I wasn’t complaining.

Last night was single-handedly one of the best nights of my life and this morning wasn’t so bad either. After I showered, I joined him in the kitchen for a quick breakfast. He was dressed casually, but his uniform hung on a hook by the door. When it was time for us to get a move on, he grabbed it and draped it over his arm, before pressing his free hand to the small of my back and ushering me out the door. I sort of wished I could’ve seen him in that uniform again. The first time I was too pissed to truly appreciate it.

Once we were in the car and on the road, I dug into my bag and pulled out my phone. I hadn’t bothered to look at it once since he picked me up and it was now dead. Luckily, Marco had a charger in his car, and I plugged it in. As soon as it came on it started dinging with voicemails and text messages. Before I could grab it myself, Marco beat me to it. Lifting it from the center console, he glanced down at the screen briefly before handing it to me.

The screen showed a text alert from my father and one from Hound and a whopping thirteen voicemails. Deciding I would deal with them later, I pulled the phone from the charger and shoved it back in my bag. For the next few minutes we were both silent. I knew Marco had seen Hound’s name, and I debated if I should address it, but what would I say? I wasn’t ready to break our little bubble and reveal my father was a criminal.

Now, we’re a block away from the office and I really don’t want to say goodbye. Especially with how much the mood has changed since my phone went off like the Fourth of July.

He pulls into the garage and my stomach plummets when I spot Ritmo parked in his usual spot. The car comes to a halt and I turn just as Marco drops the gear shift into park.

“You’re coming up with me?” I ask.

Shit. What if Ritmo tries to talk to me? I don’t need a reenactment of the night Marco brought my license to my house.

Flashing me a smile, he opens his door.

“Yeah, I figured we’d tell Soraya the good news.”

My eyes must go wide as saucers because he laughs. The last thing I want is to announce to my boss I just spent the night having mind-blowing sex with her friend.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I tell him.

“Why not? Now she can finally get off my back.”

“Because it’s inappropriate?”

“How is it inappropriate for you and me to have dinner with Tig and Delia? ? It gets them to the party, and that’s all Soraya cares about.”

My nerves settle slightly.

“Oh, you’re talking about next weekend.”

He grins at me.

“You thought I was going to march into Soraya’s office and tell her I fucked you senseless last night and made you come five times?”

Curling my lip, I smack his arm.

“Very funny.”

“She’s going to know, Antonia,” he says with a laugh. “You’re glowing.”

“I am not glowing.”

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