“That it would.” Shep licked his lips as his eyes trailed down over me, clearly imagining all the ways he’d like to “play” with me.
“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, we might have to tell Ryan to let us check out the place on our own.”
“I’m okay with that.”
I chuckled and reached for his hand, my pulse picking up pace when my fingers brushed over the ring there. It hadn’t even been a week since I’d slipped that on his finger, and now here we were out looking at homes together.
We’d managed to narrow it down to a few different styles and neighborhoods, and after visiting a loft in SoHo, a high rise in Chelsea, and a brownstone on the Upper East Side, among others, we were now heading to the final one on the list, the duplex penthouse in Hudson Yards.
“You know, it’s hard to remember that you used to be such a?—”
“Be nice…”
I grinned and brought his hand up to my lips, kissing his knuckles. “I was just going to say, ‘such a control freak.’”
“I wasn’t a control freak.”
I shrugged. “You kind of were.”
“Well, good thing you came along andloosenedme up.”
“Damn right, because now you’re the kind of man about to tell our realtor to leave us alone to inspect the shower privately.”
Shep shook his head as we pulled up out the front of the building.
“As tempted as I am to do that,” he said, then leaned in and brushed his lips over mine, “I’d much rather buy the place so we can move in and I can inspectyouin the shower whenever the hell I want.”
“Oh, well, why didn’t you say so, Mr. Rinaldi?”
“Fuck, I love the sound of my new name on your tongue.”
“So do I.”
Shep swallowed as he looked me over, and there was no way he could miss the hard-on straining against the zipper of my pants.
But Jesus, what did he expect?All this talk about playing with me in the shower, looking for a home together, seeing how hot he got whenever I called him bymygiven name, that was now going to be his…
It was a miracle I hadn’t come in my pants.
“Get out of the car, Shep.”
“I don’t want to.”
A soft laugh left me. “Non?”
“No.”
“And what do you want?”
His lips curved in a sinfully decadent smile before he glanced out the window to where Ryan was waiting for us. Then he hit the button for the window, and when it slid down a crack said, “We’ll take this one, Ryan.”
“Uh—” Ryan started.
“Send us over the paperwork, and we’ll get it signed.”
“You don’t want to see it?”
Shep looked back at where I’d unbuttoned my pants and was palming my cock. Clearly there was something about this place that was getting us both hot and bothered without even setting foot in it.
