I chewed my lip. “As long as it’s for work. I don’t want to keep you from doing your job.”
“Race, no one can make me do what I don’t want to. Finish your cup and then you’re mine.”
I wished his statement were true. “Where to first?”
“I need to stop at my place for a change of clothes.”
“You can shower here.”
“With you?” He grinned, running his thumb across his chin.
“If you want,” I blurted out. The truth was that I wanted him to. Sitting here, watching him saunter around nude, threw my body into overdrive.
He walked around the counter, holding his hand out to me. “Oh, I want. Let’s get your pretty ass wet.”
I swallowed hard, wishing I could press my legs together to squash the familiar ache that amplified with his words. As I stood, sliding my hand into his, I rose up on my tiptoes and kissed him.
“Someday, you’ll admit you want me for more than just my cock,” he teased, brushing his nose against mine.
When I started to walk away, he smacked me on the ass, the echo reverberating through my kitchen.
“That’s for being difficult.”
I yelped, jumping from the impact and rubbing my ass as he followed me to the shower.
Chapter Seventeen
The Real Race True
Morgan
“What are you looking at?” I asked as I walked out of my bedroom, slipping on a fresh shirt.
“Is this your mother?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.
“Yeah, that’s Ma.”
I hadn’t had time to decorate, but I had placed a couple of photos around the room. I’d made sure to put a picture of Ma out. I knew that, as soon as she made it to Florida, she’d drop by and take note.
“Does she live here?” Her fingertips swept across the glass as she tilted her head.
I plucked the photo from her hands and placed it back on the coffee table. “She followed me here.”
“That’s so sweet.” She turned and started to wander around my place.
“I guess so.”
“Seriously. I have no one. That’s why I’m so devoted to my work. It’s the only thing I have in my life anymore.”
I frowned, wondering how someone got to that point in their life. “That’s sad, Race.”
“I know.” She traced the curves of the couch as her eyes roamed. “You don’t have much here.”
“I just moved in. I’m still trying to get everything set up.”
She stopped and faced me, clasping her hands together. “I can help with that.”
“You want to decorate?” I shuddered. Fuck. I hated shopping.
