Page 173 of Things We Left Behind
“If you think I’m just going to take your word for it, you’re an idiot,” she said, gathering her discarded clothing off the floor.
“I’d like to point out that of the two of us, you’re the one actively pursuing men on a dating app.”
“I’m notsleepingwith any of them. Yet.” Frowning, she whipped back the duvet cover and felt around under the sheets. “Have you seen my underwear? Never mind. I don’t need them.”
I reached for her, but she dodged me.
“I’m not sleeping with my Thursday date either.”
“Yeah, okay.” She gave an unladylike snort and bent for her bag.
It gave me the opening I needed. I grabbed her around the waist, lifted her in the air, and tipped us both onto the mattress.
“If you don’t get off me right now, Lucifer, I’ll knee you in the balls. And while it would be a destructive blow to women everywhere, I will do what I have to do,” she said fiercely.
“You’re jealous,” I said again, thoroughly enjoying myself.
To be on the safe side, I rolled her and settled myself between her thighs before leaning down to kiss her mouth.
She softened instantaneously beneath me, but my victory was short lived when she bit my lower lip.
“Ow.”
“Serves you right. Now, give me my pants, and we’ll pretend this never happened.”
That wasn’t an option. “I don’t have a date Thursday,” I told her.
She flailed under me, which didn’t help me forget about the raging hard-on I had nestled against her belly.
“I’m taking your mother out to dinner.”
Sloane settled immediately. Her eyes were suspicious behind her now-crooked glasses. “Youdorealize that I can easily confirm that story.”
I nuzzled my nose along her jawline and felt pride when goose bumps cropped up on her ivory skin. “We meet every week for coffee or a meal. I make sure she’s not falling apart and hiding it from you and your sister. She makes sure I’m not working myself to death. We usually split a dessert. But I’m not sleeping with her.”
She studied me for a long beat. “Okay. I believe you.”
“You do?”
“You get irritated when you’re hiding something. You just look annoyingly entertained right now.”
“I find your jealousy annoyingly entertaining,” I agreed.
“I’mnotjealous,” she insisted.
“I am,” I said.
Her eyebrows shot up. “You? Why?”
“You’re still dating. Any day now, you’re going to meet Mr. Right, and then he’ll be the one who gets to do this.” I dipped my head and closed my lips over one pert nipple.
She arched under me, the added friction against my cock driving me wild.
I released her breast with an audiblepop. “I don’t want to be your Mr. Right, but I might actually miss this warm, willing body of yours when it’s no longer at my disposal.”
Sloane shivered. “Then I guess you’d better take advantage of me now.”
I wasted no time rolling on a new condom and positioning myself between her legs.
