My jaw grinds.
“It has to look the part,” I tell them firmly.
Emily blushes.“I’m looking after it.Plus, I’ve got this big buy protecting me, and at night I’m with Sebastian so—”
“You’re living together?”Mason gasps.Then he starts a slow smirk and tosses back the rest of his drink.“That’s very nice.”
Dick.
“Well, he’s grumpy in the morning.”Emily glances at me andJesus, if I were Colt or Mason, I’d think she was in love with me too.
Stop talking, Emily.
“Focused.Not grumpy,” I reply.
For a moment, as our eyes lock, I remember how she woke up in my arms this morning and I slid into her hot pussy.How, all day, I’ve been thinking about her seductive moans and the fire that blasts down my spine when I come inside her.
Only once have I fucked a woman bareback and I’m sure that’s what makes it different.But then, I spent a good seven or eight minutes watching her eyelashes flutter as she dreamed last night, the moonlight washing across her beautiful face.
That’s not normal.
I’m a little obsessed.But it will wear off.
“It’s because he doesn’t drink coffee.”Emily laughs and leans into my side again.
“Okay, you.”My hand slides over her hair, smirking before I can stop myself.“Let’s get home.I’m hungry and need a workout.”
“I bet you do,” Colt mutters into his glass.
“Ooh, can I join you?”Emily asks, oblivious to the double meaning.
Mason smirks as I nod and saysure, then slide some money onto the bar.“See you fuckers tomorrow night.”
“Goodnight, Mr.and Mrs.Remington.”Colt waves.
“They know it’s fake, right?”Emily asks as I tug her hand.
“Yeah, babe.”
Fuck.Don’t call her babe.
