“That smells like heavy work.”
I chuckled and took several more pulls before I got up and walked to the sink, pressing the lit end into the base to put it out. When I returned to the table, she arched a brow.
“I hope that wasn’t for my benefit.”
“Nah, it wasn’t. It was for mine. If I finish that, I might slip up and say something that will get us both in trouble.”
The corner of her lips curled just enough to offer a hint of a smile and Somee rolled her eyes.
“How you feel about being here?”
“Your house is beautiful, so I have no complaints.”
“’Preciate that but I’m not talking about the accommodations.”
“Then what are you talking about?”
I wanted to ask how she felt about being in my space, around me, in my life. Because I damn sure had thoughts about how I felt and they were all good.
“You’re not really fucking with me, so I wanted to make sure I’m checking all the boxes and meeting your standards.”
She grinned widely.“With Rylee, yes.”
“But not with you?”
“It’s not about me.”
It can be…
“Yeah…”was all I signed.
“You don’t have to stay here with us. I’m sure you have better things to occupy your time than playing Mr. Mom.”
I grinned.“Where should I be?”
She lifted the water bottle and shrugged, signing when she returned it between her thighs, bringing my eyes to honey brown skin. When my mind went to those same thighs locked around my waist, I got lost in the possibility and almost missed what she signed.
“Something that could potentially create a headline, providing fifteen minutes of fame to the blogger who reports your latest bad decision.”
“You want me to return to the lifestyle that pisses you off about me?”
She arched a brow.“Your life doesn’t piss me off.”
“You sure?”
“Very. As long as your viral moments don’t affect Rylee, they’re none of my business.”
I grinned.“You’ve seen my viral moments?”
My dick had enough primetime live appearances and I was curious how intimately she knew me. The answer was given the minute she blushed and dropped her eyes. She played it off well, lifting the water bottle from between her thighs, but she told on herself. For some reason, that had me amused. From what I heard, there was a social media page dedicated to me and my dick. I never searched for the proof because I wasn’t interested in knowing my dick had been immortalized on social media. I knew I was blessed. Women praised me in real time, so comments and likes on a page weren’t necessary. That didn’t stop me from wanting to know what Somee’s thoughts were.
“I’m aware they exist.”
She went with a safe answer, which was amusing as hell. I did not miss the way she shifted and those thick thighs squeezed the plastic bottle between them.
“You weren’t curious?”
“You think I should be?”
