“I told you, I hate gifts, Leonidas. I want nothing but you.”
“I’m not giving you a choice.”
I stare at him with a straight face, forcing back my smile. “Fight me,” I say jokily, but my voice stays serious.
“I will—in bed.”
My mouth drops open in shock after the strong statement leaves his mouth. The little—but big—shit walks past me with a smirk.
That dick. I’ll show him the tease I am if he wants to play. I love the games we play with one another.
Game on, bitch.
I walk into the kitchen with powerful strides, full of confidence. Walking past my boyfriend as he stuffs his face with food, I wink at him. Smirking, he raises an eyebrow.
Glancing around the kitchen, I find it empty.Perfect.
Leonidas leans against the fridge. Walking over, I press my body against his.
I brush my lips against his ear and murmur, “Can I tell you a secret?”
He hums in response and places a hand on my butt.
“Us in a bed in the near future isn’t looking good.” I admit and smirk when I feel him go still against my body. “I don’t want to sleep with a guy who isn’t my boyfriend.”
Against my own throat, I feel when he swallows his food tightly. His hands find my hips.
“I love your standards,” he hoarsely grits out. Looking like he’s in pain.
“So, what are you going to do about it?” I breathe out.
In response, he slams his hips against mine. “Be mine again?”
“Let me think about it.” I place a hand on my chin. “I guess I’ll be your girlfriend again if I have to.” I poke fun at him with a smirk.
“Fuck eating.” He drops his food on the counter. “Let’s go, girlfriend.”
When he bends to pick me up, I hurry away from him.
I wave my hand in the air. “Nope. Sorry, I can’t.”
Leonidas stares at me with hunger and confusion. “Trin, come here.”
What goes around comes around.
I shrug my shoulders sadly at him from across the counter. “I’m currently unavailable,” I tease even though I’m not.
“BS,” he grumbles and rolls his beautiful eyes.
“Did you see your brain?” I ask casually, pointing out his rude eye roll.
Picking up his food again from the counter, he dramatically bites into his hamburger, and sticks his finger up at me.
“That’s right.” I tsk and slap my forehead playfully. “It’s empty in there, isn’t it?”
“Yours is filled with shit, right?” he snarks back while readjusting his dick in his sweatpants.
I scrunch my face. “Yeah, full of shit you’ve put me through.”
