Page 94 of Triple Power Play 3
He throws off his seat belt and faces me fully. “Why? You were fine coaching without me last night.”
“No. Robert is going to tell Patty?—”
“I wantyouto tell Patty. I wantyouto acknowledge you’re in a relationship.” His jaw tics. “I’m starting to think Reece was right. It’d be nothing for you to put a ring on your finger. If you wanted to, you would.”
“Really?” I raise my brows and cock my head to the side. “Is that how you’re playing this? If you wanted me to wear one, why didn’t you offer?”
“Yes, blame me for your lack of self-control—again.”
“Self-control? You’re the one who broke into Patty’s office because you thought we were fucking.”
“Hey.” He shrugs. “It’s just sex, right? Patty. Aurora. Me. What’s the difference?”
“Seriously?” I say with an incredulous chuckle. “You’re such a fucking brat. Don’t worry. By tomorrow, everyone will think we’re sleeping together.”
“Wearesleeping together. Or we were until you started screwing around.”
“Oh my fucking God!” I can’t help but laugh at his ridiculousness. “I’m gonna get your name tattooed on my dick so you’ll shut the fuck up.”
“You might wanna go with Aurora. Fewer letters. I doubt mine will fit.”
Steering with one hand, I grab his nape and tug him to me. “Why don’t you open your mouth and gag on it? Tell me how it fits.”
He lays his head in the crook of my neck and adjusts his pants. “Jesus, don’t make me hard while I’m mad at you.”
I tangle my fingers in his perfectly messy hair. “You’re insatiable, you know that? You have no reason to be mad at me.”
He makes a whiny noise that’s part disagreement and part pout.
“It doesn’t matter who flirts with me. I’m not going anywhere. It means nothing.”
“It does to me. It does to Aurora.”
“Okay. It won’t happen again.” I brush my lips over his stupidly soft hair. “Now, please, put your seat belt back on.”
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AURORA
“Gram, should you be without your walker?” I glance back into her apartment at the folded piece of equipment leaning against the wall.
She shuffles a little closer to Reece—if that’s even possible—and squeezes his bulging bicep. “And let go of this hulking specimen? I believe not.”
He peers down at her, his blue eyes glinting with amusement. “I can see where your granddaughter inherited her flirtatiousness from.”
“And her good looks. Don’t ya think?” She gives a cheeky wink.
He tips his head back in laughter. Gram can’t be five feet tall, and he’s well over six. Their height difference only adds to the comedy she’s providing.
“Wait until Maryanne sees you,” she rambles on while I grab her coat. “She’s been bragging nonstop about her granddaughter being an influencer on Instant.”
“Instagram,” I correct. Since her stroke, she tends to confuse words. I lock her door and drop the key into the day bag the nurses packed for her.
“Insta. Instant. Same thing.” She dismisses me with a flick of her wrist. “Anyhow, apparently, she’s mademillionson Only Face. Millions? Bullshit,” she answers her own question. “No one is prettier than my princess.”
“I agree,” Reece says, his voice deep and enticing. He’s never been hotter than in this moment, smirking at my grandmother while she eats him right up.
The prospect of bringing her new beau through the parlor has her moving along faster. At this rate, we might make it home in time for Thanksgiving dinner.
