Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115833 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 579(@200wpm)___ 463(@250wpm)___ 386(@300wpm)
That was tempting. “And you wouldn’t want more?” I challenged.
He leaned in closer. “As long as I get the chance to bury my dick inside you, that’s more than enough for me.”
My face was on fire now. I’d never been talked to that way. I couldn’t say I didn’t love it. There was something illicit about his words. Every single one of them went straight to the warm area between my legs.
Lew was always so polite about sex. On rare occasions (likely when he’d been drinking) he’d be a little naughtier, and I loved when he took charge.
Nope. Stop comparing them.
“So we’ll be fuck-buddies?”
He gave me a nod. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is what I want. Just sex.”
He looked from my eyes to my lips. When he found my eyes again, he said, “All right then.”
“Okay,” I breathed, relaxing a bit. “Good.”
“So let’s start right now. They’ve got restrooms around the corner we can use,” Deke said, cocking his head to the left. I fumbled over my words, which made him belt out a belly-deep laugh. “I’m just messing with you, D. Relax.” He picked up his glass and took a swig, while I tossed out a nervous laugh. “We’ll start when you’re ready. Just say the word, D-Baby.”
I ran a finger over the edge of my cloth napkin. “What is the word, by the way?”
He thought about it a second, then said, “Brunch.”
“Brunch?” I repeated, laughing. “Why that word?”
“We’re making this arrangement over brunch. Seems fitting.”
“Okay.” I sat back and crossed my legs beneath the table. “So if I randomly text you the word brunch, you’re gonna drop whatever you’re doing to come fuck me?”
“Ooohh, Davina Klein.” Deke’s expression was priceless. His mouth parted, and his eyes sparked beneath the chandeliers as he said, “Keep talking to me like that, and we’ll definitely be making use of those restrooms.” I giggled as he sat back again and spread his legs. I wanted to sit on his lap. Hell, I wanted to climb him like a tree. “If I can swing it, I’ll be there,” he stated.
“Wait. This isn’t going to be a one-and-done thing, is it?” I asked. “Because if so, let’s not even worry about it. I’m not looking for a one-night stand situation.”
“Nah.” He looked up at the ceiling before dropping his gaze and caging his bottom lip in his teeth. “I’ve been waiting too long to have you to make this a one-night stand. If we agree on this, I don’t want there to be an end. I want to savor every second I get with you.”
A smirk claimed my lips. “You’re a patient man, Deke Bishop.”
He winked. “Only for you, D.”
THIRTY-EIGHT
DAVINA
After brunch, Deke walked with me to the valet booth to collect our keys. The valet could’ve gotten our cars for us, but Deke wanted to walk me to mine.
“Just want more time with you before I head back home,” he said when I asked why he didn’t let the valet do their job. I had to admit that was cute. I felt a flutter in my lower belly when he started walking beside me.
Now we were walking through the private parking deck the valet had directed us to. The concrete deck was reserved only for people like Deke: famous or rich as hell in some fashion.
I spotted my car at the end of the lot, and along the way, Deke pointed to his right and said, “That’s me.”
“A Ferrari,” I noted, studying the gleaming black vehicle. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”
“Wanna know something?” he asked with a lopsided grin.
“What?”
“When I visit my sisters, I rent the cheapest economy car so no one notices me. One time, I had to drive a Prius.”
I busted out laughing. “You did not!”
“No lie!” He laughed. “It was all they had. Now imagine this six-three dude stuffing himself into a Prius. Crazy, right?”
“I can’t imagine that at all,” I laughed.
“The shit we do for family.”
“It’s sweet that you’re so close to your siblings, though.” I gently bumped his side with my shoulder. “Sounds like you’d do anything for them.”
“Oh yeah. I hit the jackpot with them. Whitney loved you when she met you, and I’m sure Camille will too.” His smile slipped just a bit, and his face warped like something was bothering him. I started to ask what was wrong (though I had an idea that it might’ve been about Damon), but he looked at me again and flashed that million-dollar smile. “Shouldn’t talk about meeting family with you so soon, huh?”
I shrugged. “If I happen to meet Camille in passing, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, you’ve met my sister.”
“I have. Javier won’t stop talking about how rude she is, by the way.” He scratched the skin above his eyebrow. “I think he likes her.”
“No!” I gasped. “Wait, are you serious?”