He snorts. “He’s not a friend.” He drops his hands and grips my hips.
I frown. “I told him we were closed twice, but he insisted on ordering flowers.”
His jaw sharpens. “I’m installing a security camera system at the shop this week.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I’ve already ordered the equipment. It’ll be here tomorrow.”
I arch a brow. “Keeping an eye on me?”
“Always.” He winks.
Shit, this guy makes my underwear soaked in the worst way. But I have to know. “Well, Jimmy was there to send flowers to Lucy. Lucy Mason.” I watch his facial expression for signs of jealousy, but nothing changes. “Don’t you find that odd?” I dig.
“Why would I find that odd? I told you he’s not my friend.”
I take in a deep breath and let it out slowly, dropping my gaze to his black Kingdom shirt. Staring at his chest, I focus on steadying my voice. “She’s your ex.”
He threads his fingers through my hair, lifting my face so I’m forced to meet his gaze. “Lucy Mason is not my ex.”
“Fuck buddy,” I say, correcting my previous statement.
“Did Jimmy tell you that?” he asks.
“He didn’t have to.” I pull away and get off his lap. I’m not going to rat the girls out.
“We were, yes. But I haven’t?—”
“I’ve seen her call you several times when we’re together,” I interrupt him.
He shakes his head. “I can’t help when she calls me, but I promise you that I ignore them every time.”
“Maybe that’s the problem. You haven’t told her that you’re with me.” He may ignore her while he’s with me, but what happens after he leaves?
“It’s complicated.”
I give a rough laugh. “How is your ex, fuck buddy, or whatever a complication? You either still want to fuck her or you don’t.”
His jaw sharpens, and he runs a hand through his hair.
“Plus, I saw her last night at the Airport. She was all over you.” Okay, so maybe that’s an exaggeration, but the bitch was thirsty. And she would have jumped his bones if he would have let her. Even Jasmine said that Lucy would take him however she could have him.
He stands. “Did you see me blow her off, too?” he asks, walking over to me and pressing my ass up against the side of his desk. He gently brushes my hair off my shoulders and glides his knuckles up my neck.
“She wants you,” I say, my breathing picking up. I don’t want to let him distract me from the conversation. “And if that’s what you want, tell me now. Don’t string me along.”
I cry out when he grips my hair and jerks my head back, so I’m forced to look up at him. “Let’s clear something up then.” He licks his lips. “You’re fucking mine, April. I don’t want Lucy. Not anymore.” His blue eyes roam my face. “I haven’t touched her, nor anyone else, since I’ve been with you.”
I swallow at his confession.
“All I think about is you.” He lowers his lips to my neck and kisses his way up to my ear. “I only want to fuck you.” My breathhitches when he nibbles on my ear. “The only woman I want to be with is you.”
My arms wrap around his neck. “Be with?”As in girlfriend?We haven’t said it out loud just yet.
“The question is, am I the only one you want?” He grinds his hips into mine, pinning me to the desk, and I can feel how hard he is.
“Yes,” I breathe.
