Page 28 of Affinity

I sat on the couch catty corner to hers. Leaning back, I crossed my left ankle over my right knee. Her eyes followed my every movement.

“Why’d you stop watching?” My fingers tapped my leg as I waited for her answer.

She cocked her head to the side with furrowed brows. “What are you talking about?”

She was a good actor. Maybe she wasn’t really a publicist but an actor Catherine had hired to keep me on the straight and narrow.

“Don’t act dumb or pretend you weren’t out here when I came back from my run.”

She gasped. “You knew?”

Tapping the side of my eye, I smirked at her. “Twenty, twenty vision.”

“Fuck,” she said under her breath. “I’m sorry I invaded your privacy like that. I—”

“Iwas hoping you would join me,” I interrupted her. “A year is a long time to go without sex. We could help each other out, and I wouldn’t have to fuck my fist multiple times a day.”

“Try two years and then talk to me,” she shot back.

“No fucking thank you. My hand’s already getting calluses. If we don’t fuck soon, my hand’s going to fall off, and then I’m going to have jizz clogging up my throat.”

Her entire face scrunched up, and then she gagged. “That’s not even possible.”

Maybe not, but it didn’t go unnoticed that she hadn’t said no.

Leaning forward, I waggled my eyebrows at her. “What do you say we spend the rest of the day in my bed?”

Her only response was to laugh and shift her eyes to the side.

“You don’t remember our night together, so if you wait until our year is up, it will be like it was three years when you finally have sex again. Do you want to wait that long?”

“Is that how you woo a woman?”

“Woo?” I chuckled. “Are you from the fifties?” When she only gave me an annoyed look, I continued. “I haven’t had to try to get a woman since . . . ever.”

“Maybe that’s the problem. Do you really want a woman who’s going to fall at your feet?”

Hell yeah, I did. I’d love to see Abbi on her knees in front of me with her pretty pink lips wrapped around my cock.

“God, you’re such a pig.”

“What?” Had I spoken what I was thinking out loud?

“Your thoughts were written all over your smug, disgusting face. Do you really think one night of sex is going to satisfy you?”

“Did I say one night? Because I know one night with you won’t be enough, but maybe just maybe a year of having you in my bed will get you out of my system.” I knew the second the words were out of my mouth, I’d said the wrong thing.

Abbi let out a scoff. “Even though you’re an asshole, I can’t have sex with you without developing feelings for you, so the answer is no. Now, I’m going to go inside to get cleaned up before I make some lunch. If you want any food, then I suggest you drop trying to get me in your bed.”

I’d let it go for now, but there was no way I wouldn’t try everything in my arsenal to relieve the growing ache in my balls. Every time I was in the same room as her, it was all I could do to keep the bulge in my pants at bay. Even while sitting outside, I could smell her apple pie scent, and it drove me wild, forcing me to stay in my seat until I could will my erection away.

By the time I’d grown soft, Abbi was in the kitchen swaying her ass to some music I could barely hear. I swore she was doing it to me on purpose. She had to know I was out here watching her just like she had been watching me, only I was sure she wasn’t going to give me a strip show. Now I wished I had decided to have the spare bedroom in my office space with the wall of windows so I might get a strip show one night. I guess I’d have to settle for seeing her when she was out at the pool until I could convince her us being naked together was a good idea.

Caught up in my thoughts, I hadn’t noticed Abbi come outside with a tray full of food until she set it down on the table in front of us. She had what looked to be a stack of chicken salad on croissants along with grapes and orange slices with two bottles of water for us.

“I can see why you bought this house. If I could, I’d spend all my time out here. Have you ever thought about putting up a hammock?”

I put two sandwiches on my plate, took a handful of grapes, and then watched as Abbi delicately pulled each grape from the vine and placed them on her plate. I would rather have chips, but I wasn’t going to complain when she’d gone to the trouble of making me food. It was nice to have someone take care of me since it had always felt like I was taking care of someone. First my dad, then Poppy, and sometimes even Levi.

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