My eyes narrow at her. Then, I pull her down to the bed and roll on top of her. “Challenge accepted,” I say.
Then, I cover her mouth with mine and get to work.
Ava
“Okay, fine. I was wrong,” I pant, breathless.
“I’m sorry, what?” He cups his ear, like he didn’t hear me, when the smug bastard heard exactly what I just said.
“I said, I was wrong. You clearly are superhuman when it comes to sex.”
“Damn right I am, baby. And, wait, I need to get my camera, so I can have it on film—you admitting that you’re wrong.”
I give him the middle finger, and he bursts out laughing. A full-on belly laugh, and it’s one of the best sounds I’ve ever heard.
And I can’t help but laugh, too.
He reaches over, cupping my face, and brings my mouth to his. He softly kisses me. “You rock in the sack, too, Speedy. I’ve never had it as good as I do with you.”
When I hear that, my stomach flips over, but I play it cool. “Well, that’s ’cause I’m the best. And, if you put the best and the best together, you’re going to get spectacular sex.”
“Mind-blowing.”
“Astro-fucking-nomical.”
“Amen to that, baby.”
He puts his fist up to me, and I bump it with my own.
I glance at the clock. “I should get up.”
He pulls me into his arms and kisses me again. “Not yet.”
“I really need to get showered and ready. My boss is a bit of a tyrant. I’m already on the clock, and he’ll go apeshit if he knows he’s paying me to have sex on the job.”
He freezes cold. I’ve never seen anything like it.
And I instantly know I said the wrong thing.
“Gabe?”
He pulls away, and then he’s getting out of bed. He puts on his athletic shorts and gets a T-shirt from the drawer. He drags it on over his head, his movements rough and jerky.
I say his name again, getting to my knees. I hold the sheet around me.
He doesn’t answer.
“Gabe!”
He stops and slowly turns to face me.
“What’s going on?”
“You wanted to get up. I’m getting up.”
“You’re acting weird.”
“Maybe I just don’t want to lie around in bed with you all fucking day. I’ve got shit to do.”