“Why would I be?” Was that impatience in his voice?
Yes, Lee, why would he?It’s not like we were dating or that he was committed to me alone. He was a grown-ass man who could sleep with whoever he wanted. I stared at the three buttons of his white Henley shirt, unsure what to say. Maybe I was just an available occasional fuck to him, nothing more, nothing less.
“Hey.” He cupped my chin, tilting until I was looking at him. “You’re overthinking this, aren’t you? That the way I feel about you must be a mistake. That someone like me isn’t really into you for your beauty and wit, right?”
Okay, nailed it,I silently scoffed.
“I’m not using you.” He sounded tired and I gave myself a mental ass kicking. “I can’t explain what I feel for you.” His thumb rubbed gently over my bottom lip. “You’re this breath of fresh air I never knew I needed until I started breathing again.” Warmth flowed through me at his words. “You have to trust me. Stop seeing this for what it isn’t and enjoy it for what it is, Snow.”
“Will you ever tell me why you call me Snow,” I stood and leaned by butt against his desk, his legs creating an arc on either side of mine.
Immediately, the stiffness left him with a light chuckle. “Trust you to change the subject at will.”
In a bold move, I cupped his cock, fondling him through his sweats. “Another subject, perhaps?”
Covering my hand with his, he shook his head. “I have a meeting with your father in thirty minutes.” He got to his feet.
“I only need five.” I fluttered my lashes in a playful flirt.
His brow shot up. “Not even you with this beautiful mouth, can get me off that quickly.” He kissed my cheek and turned to walk away.
I gripped his wrist. “Are you a betting man, Mr Sinclair.”
“I don’t gamble.”
“Chicken, perhaps.”
He was on me so fast I didn’t have time to pull a breath as he lifted me onto the table, widened my legs and dropped his sweats. Again, he was right, five minutes wasn’t enough. He called my father to reschedule and gave me the entire hour I deserved according to him.
Chapter 41 - Saint
Her eyes on me, I watchedLevana follow Cian and Grace through the departure gate. Every inch of me wanted to run after her and tug her back into my arms fearing the possibility of losing her. I was a teenager once, I’d been to Miami during Spring break. Alcohol, partying, more alcohol, sex, more alcohol. I was very familiar with the routine.
The possibility of her hooking up with someone her age or way younger than me was high. Still, I reined in my jealousy and lifted my hand in a final wave as she disappeared around a wall. When I turned, it was to find Dean’s eyes on me.
I sensed his disappointment before he opened his mouth. “What are you doing, Saint?”
