“And now you’re a whore only for me,” I caustically remind him, in case he ever forgets.
He grins like a proud idiot at that, unaffected by the meaning behind my drunken words. “I am, yeah.”
“One more wipe,” I demand. When he hands it to me, I thoroughly clean my ear, making sure there is nothing left of that creep’s saliva.
“What happened to that specific ear?” Jake asks with humor.
“Some guy licked it.”
The amusement on his face falls into a dark expression. “What?”
“I kicked him in the balls for it. But maybe I was wrong. I’m surehewould have fucked me. Without having to ask as nicely as I did for you.”
Jake clearly doesn’t like my sound logic, given how he harshly pulls me against him, my bare breasts squished onto his broad torso. “You think I’m not dying to fuck you right now?” he mutters. I blink several times, surprised by the intensity of his tone. “The only reason why I’m not ripping that tiny scrap of lace and burying my cock inside you is because we’re notthatyet, Genevieve.”
What does he mean? What else could we be? I’m trying to make sense of his words when he releases me and spins me around. “Now, go shower while I find you a spare toothbrush.” He punctuates his words with a dry slap on my ass, which makes me squeal in surprise.
I feel like a scorned child, which is something I’m used to with my parents, but not him.
When I step out of the shower, I have to admit it felt great. The stickiness of the club is gone, washed down the drain, and I feel like a new person. A fresh towel is waiting for me, as well as a neatly folded T-shirt and a pair of boxer briefs. Once I’m dry and dressed for the night, I find a toothbrush ready by the sink with toothpaste already on it.
I’m brushing when Jake returns with another glass full of water and a small white pill. “Take this when you’re done,” he instructs, setting the tablet on the counter. “And if you can finish this glass before bed, I’ll be very proud.”
Maybe it’s because I’ve made my peace with the fact that we aren’t having sex, but I can now appreciate how sweet he’s being with me.
On impulse, I pull the toothbrush out of my mouth and bring Jake down, giving him a quick kiss. “Shoot, sorry,” I apologize, wiping away the minty foam I left on him.
Before I can feel like an idiot for it, he grins and gives me another peck, showing me how little he cares about the mess.
“Do you think you’ll be sick?” he asks after passing a towel over his mouth.
“As a Kensington, I’m above that.”
He laughs, the muscles of his abdomen flexing with it. “Right, sorry, milady. I’m still gonna fetch you a bucket.”
Chuckles are still rolling out of him when he disappears from my sight. By the time he’s back, I took the pill, emptied the glass—earning myself some much-deserved praise—and I can’t wait to be asleep.
Jake helps me slip under the covers and quickly joins me there. We reach out for one another, and I end up with my front plastered on his side, my head resting on his broad shoulder while his hand gently grazes my wet hair.
Even if we’re not having sex as I intended, this is very nice.
“I’m sorry for waking you up in the middle of the night,” I whisper.
“It’s alright. I’d rather have you here than off with that ear-licking twat.”
“You know I wouldn’t have asked him to fuck me, right?”
He gives my forehead a kiss. “I know, we signed an exclusivity addendum.”
I look up with a frown, not sure if he’s being playful or not. “It’s not about the addendum.” Now, it’s his turn to seek my eyes with a confused expression. “I never want anyone else to fuck me. Only you, Jake.”
“Then it’s a good thing I only want to fuck you, Gen.”
My chest fills with pride and affection, and I wriggle closer to him. This man wants me, andonlyme. I don’t care what the people at work might think. I’m worthy of such a man’s interest, and that’s all that matters.
“A woman I work with saw you the other day,” I unexpectedly confess as if it needs to come out of me. “She saw us kiss.”
“Shit.”
