Even from himself.
“Unless you are or have been gay, a pimp, or have whored for money,” she added.
He pursed his lips. “The last two make sense, but gay, seriously? Last night isn’t enough proof for you?”
“You might be bisexual, who knows? You’re so obsessed with my ass I’m starting to worry.”
His stomach shook with laughter. “Well, I’ve never been a pimp or a whore. And yes, I’ve been a huge fan of your ass to the point of obsession, but I’m, beyond doubt, not gay or bisexual.” He squinted at her. “Are you?”
“You’d love it if I were bisexual, wouldn’t you?”
He coughed a laugh. “It doesn’t hurt to ask.”
Her knee shifted to his balls. “Fuck you.”
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”
“Okay,” she mused.
He heard something in her tone. “You know I’m joking, right?”
“Yeah. It’s just…”
“What is it?”
Her fingertips glided on his chest, making his skin tingle. “If you’re scared of the past, I’m scared of the future.”
“Meaning?”
“You’re Mike Gennaro.” She said it as if it were the worst thing in the world.
He rubbed a thumb over his eyebrow. “You think I’ll…cheaton you?”
“You have issues, babe, and without serious therapy, yes, I think you will.”
“Cazzo.” He glowered. “No, Maggie. I will never cheat on you.”
“We’re not going public, and women are gonna continue hitting on you, and you have quite a reputation—”
“I’m not gonna listen to this shit,” he interrupted. “Look, if you want me to see a fuckin’ shrink to ease your mind, I will, but you clearly have no idea how I feel about you.”
She crossed her arms, a slight smile in place. “Oh? And how does the great Mike Gennaro feel?”
He might not tell her the truth about his past, but he would tell her the truth that mattered.
“Since you returned from college, every time I’ve been on a date, I didn’t see the girl. I only saw you. And in bed, no woman has made me come. Not a single one. I had to come on my own, thinking of you. For the past three months, I haven’t been able to get it up unless I pretended it was you I was with. And I haven’t been with anyone but you since that talk show, when I told the whole country I was hopelessly in love with you, hoping that you’d fucking listen.”
She gaped at him for long moments. “You really are a creep.”
He snorted angrily. She wasn’t entirely wrong, though. This shit he’d just confessed did make him sound like a creep. Fantasizing about his much younger best friend, fucking her in his mind until he did for real. A girl he helped raise.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said any of that.
“And I’m so fucking wet right now,” she added.
His cock jerked, and her lips bent to his in a kiss. “I love you,” she whispered.
My heart rocketed. “Damn. I can’t even stay mad at you.”
