“I fucked you for a solid seven minutes. I would have lasted longer, but you came too fucking hard. Besides, we were on a time crunch.”
“Seven minutes?” I balked. “That sounds like agony. I’m so glad I can’t remember the details.”
“You loved it,” Zodiac sneered and leaned down to murmur in my ear, “And you’re dying for a repeat. That’s why you can’t stand to share a room with me. You’re worried it’ll be obvious in front of your boy.”
Turning my head, I was only inches from his face. I could headbutt Zodiac and make him bleed.Yeah, I bet he’d be far less horny then!
Instead, I tried to act cool despite how I was breathing too fast, and my face was likely bright pink. His cologne was intoxicating. Zodiac’s handsome face was close enough to touch. His hot breath on my skin spurred flashes of our time together in the office.
Only his icy blue eyes kept me from grabbing him and finding a quiet space to play. Zodiac’s gaze revealed a man with a single goal, and it wasn’t to win my heart.
“What happened between us was fun, but it happened because I was drunk, and you were persistent. Rather than focus on whathappened that night, I’ve chosen to put my energy into preparing for the baby.”
Zodiac’s expression revealed nothing. I thought maybe he was offended. Then, he rested his hand on the wall behind me and leaned forward until his lips nearly touched mine. I nearly screamed in horror at how he might kiss me. There was no way I wouldn’t want a taste!
“On the night you spread for me, you were wearing sexy little boxers. I meant to ask at the time, but I was busy with your tongue in my mouth. Now that you’re sober enough to answer, what’s with the chickens?”
Ignoring his mention of my adorable boxers with the little yellow-and-orange chicken design, I muttered, “See? That’s what I mean. If I were truly planning on spreading for you that night, I’d have worn more fetching underwear.”
“Fetching, huh? I found the chickens very appealing. But why chickens?”
“Whynotchickens?”
“I wear boxers. Never considered a chicken design.”
“Because if you wore chicken boxers, you’d be a weenie. When I wear it, they’re cute.”
“But not fetching?” Zodiac mocked.
“You’re being a pain in the ass.”
“Persistence got your pants off before. Why should I change my tactics now?”
“I’m wearing leopard print boxers right now,” I said and rested my hand on his powerful chest. “My inability to get blitzed means your persistence won’t be enough to let you get a peek.”
Zodiac offered a sharklike smile. “You can play your games about how booze made you spread that night, but we both know you wouldn’t have been willing with anyone else.”
“We’re both right. Idofind you more attractive than I do your club guys. But Iwouldn’thave fucked anyone that night if I weren’t sloshed. Now, with the baby, I can’t get drunk, meaning you won’t get in my pants.”
Zodiac's cold gaze studied me before he asked, “Do you know how I became president?”
“You backstabbed the former president.”
“Sure, but not overnight. I was patient and persistent. Wrecker might have sensed my plans, but he hesitated to move against me. Meanwhile, I took what I wanted.”
“Are you threatening me, Zodiac Bondi?” I murmured and brushed my lips across his. Before he could get a taste, I dipped under his arm and took off for the family room. “Daddy, protect me!”
As I reached the family room, Ford wrapped me in a hug and kissed the top of my head. “My sweet dipshit daughter.”
I smiled at him. “Men freak me out. They’re so gross and horny.”
“You’re not wrong, baby. But this guy already jizzed in you. I feel like the time to run away was a few months ago.”
Rolling my eyes, I looked at Shay to take my side. She was busy frowning at the prepped ingredients. I sensed she was mentally willing them into the correct pots, so she wouldn’t need to cook.
Zodiac returned to the family room, just as Clint and Ivy arrived. My brother was over a foot taller than his lady love. He was his usual effortlessly handsome self in jeans, a black shirt, and his riding boots. Ivy looked sweet and sexy, dressed in her orange track pants and a simple white T-shirt. Her blonde hair was in a bouncy ponytail.
“I thought you were going to wait for us,” my brother grumbled at my baby daddy.
