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Why am I so fucking needy for him?
“Not tonight. I’ve got to rest up before the race.”
“Right, sorry,” I reply. “But tomorrow, after?”
“I thought we were going to Boots and you were gonna help me find a hookup?”
“We can still do that,” I muse. “But the only one you’ll be hooking up with is me.”
Jett shakes his head.
“So, it’s sex, but you want to be exclusive? Is that what you’re saying?”
Uh. Shit.
“Well, yeah.”
What the fuck is coming out of my mouth?
Jett’s deep chuckle has me stepping closer to him.
“What’s so funny?” I demand.
“You. This situation. I’m your shiny new plaything and you don’t want to share? Be serious.”
“I am. I mean it, Jett. No one else while we’re fucking.”
“Keep your voice down,” Jett whispers.
“Why? No one cares. And if they hear us, so what?”
“I don’t want other people to find out.”
“Afraid you’ll have competition?”
Jett offers me his middle finger and it makes me smile.
“Don’t tempt me, Sugar.”
“Funny.”
“I’m not kidding. I like to play with my ass. You’re welcome to give it a go too.”
Jett slaps his hand over my mouth, covering my grin. Without thinking, I playfully kiss his palm.
“I’m leaving,” Jett states. “Don’t follow me upstairs and don’t text me. Not until after the race.”
I place my hand over his and there’s no mistaking the desire that flashes in his eyes. Slowly, I move his hand away from my mouth, but I don’t let go. Instead, I thread our fingers together and squeeze gently.
“Ethan?”
Before Jett can utter a word of protest, I slide my free arm around his waist, haul him in tight, and plant a blistering kiss on his sexy lips. When he kisses me back, I know that one is not going to be nearly enough. I’m so screwed.
“I meant what I said,” I whisper. “No one else while we’re fucking each other.”
Jett nods, and the relief I feel is palpable.
“Good. Then I’ll see you tomorrow.”
