Page 83 of All We Need

He’s a goof, but in the kitchen, he’s a master.

“Okay then, it’s settled.”Ipoke him in the chest. “Butif you refer to us as fuck buddies,I’mpulling the plug.Whenit’s time for me to leave, we go our separate ways.Afterthat,I’msimply the woman that signs your paychecks.”

The corner of his mouth picks up. “Deal.”

He holds out his hand, and the secondIslide my palm into his, he’s crushing his lips to mine.Thatsmall contact sends pleasure zipping through my body, as if he’s everywhere at once.

Breaking the kiss, he whispers against my lips. “Buttonight, we’re going to talk, then sleep.”

I frown. “Thatsounds very domesticated.Andany sleeping shall occur under different roofs.”

He ignores me and steers me into the small bathroom. “There’sa spare toothbrush under the sink.Helpyourself to anything.”

“This is classed as kidnap—”Thedoor shuts in my face.

The wood muffles his voice. “Quitfighting it, baby.Untilyou cross town lines,I’mmaking the most of our time together.”

I raise my middle finger.

“Don’t flip me off either.Orthere’ll be trouble.”

I throw my hands up in frustration but ultimately give in.

Not even two minutes later,I’mlivid.

Flinging open the bedroom door,Istomp to where he’s lounging on the bed, an arm slung behind his head.

My furiousness, for whatever reason, ignites a fire in his gaze. “WhathaveIdone this time?” he drawls.

“Well,Ihelped myself toanything,and came across your collection of cleansers and toners.”Ithrust my hands on my hips. “You’redeluded if you thinkI’musing leftover products from your last one-night stand.”

He’s silent for a millisecond before bursting into laughter.

“Aly,Aly,Aly,” he sings playfully as he sits up. “Where’veyou been my whole life?”Weboth falter at his sentimental question.Herecovers and attempts to keep a straight face. “Theproducts are mine.”

I blink once.Twice. “Comeagain?”

“They’re mine.Can’ta guy have a ten-step skincare routine without being judged?”Hedips his head. “Now, for someone so intent on reminding me how misogynistic the world is, that’s very sexist of you to presume they weren’t mine.”

“I’m already regretting this agreement.”Ihuff, and stomp back into the bathroom to finish getting ready, ignoring his snickering.

WhenIreemerge, he uses the bathroom—forgoing his nightly routine considering how quick he is—and returns in just a pair of black briefs.

I’m standing at the foot of the bed, and avert my gaze when he ambles over.Hecomes up behind me, minty breath coasting over my neck. “Question:Doyou like being jealous?”

I don’t dignify him with a response and watch him slide back into bed with a smug expression on his face.Ashe’s about to crack another joke,Islip my silk cami up and over my head, letting it drop to the floor.

That shuts him up.

His eyes trail down my torso, gaze tickling my skin like featherlight touches.Iflick the buttons on my pants and slide them down my legs to reveal black lace panties that match my strapless bra.

Gulping, he shakes his head vigorously. “Ideserve aNobelPeacePrizefor saying no to sex tonight.”

“Which side is mine?”Myvoice is light, sweet almost, andIbend at the waist, giving him an eyeful asIunbuckle my heels.WhenIstraighten, aT-shirt hits me in the face.

“Put that on, you siren.BeforeIgo back on my word and fuck you into this mattress until the sun comes up.”Eachword is forced through gritted teeth.

With a quick scan of his bare chest,Iunclasp my bra and slip on the whiteT-shirt, the threadbare cotton doing little to hide my perky nipples.

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