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I quickly type back,

Me: Another lesson.

A shiver of excitement only I would recognize passes across Cat’s chest and shoulders as she reads the text.

Cat: Penthouse?

I shake my head.

Me: I’ll text you the address.

Cat: I really need to go back to my apartment to get more clothes for this week.

Her reply is laced with hesitation. She doesn’t want to go back there. She wants to stay with me, but she doesn’t know how to do both. Good thing she’s dating a billionaire. Not that she isn’t one as well. Honestly, part of me wants to knock Carter in the head for allowing her to do everything herself. The other part of me loves that she doesn’t allow them to push her around. That she doesn’t rely on the family name.

Me: Let me take care of everything. I know you don’t normally let go, but please, Kitten, just let go for today.

She bites her lip, and then after a moment’s hesitation, she simply nods.

“Who are you texting?” Frank asks quietly beside her. While her brothers seem happy to take Cat at her word, nothing seems to get past Frank. I couldn’t help but notice the way he was watching me before. As if he knew precisely where my hand had been. The kid makes me nervous.

“Just a friend,” Cat replies, unbothered by his inquisition. They must be close too. More ties to unravel. More layers of Cat to uncover.

“Seeing anyone?” he asks, his voice still low. Carter and Cash are focused on their conversation relating to seeing their grandfather this afternoon. Cash is obviously bothered about not being invited, and Carter is all too happy to switch places.

Cat gives him a coy half grin. “It’s new.”

And now I smile. Because she’s not hiding it. We may not be out in the open, but she isn’t hiding her relationship status. Pride fills me, knowing I’m the one who put that look on her face.

“Whoever it is, they better be good to you,” Frank says, his expression stoic. I don’t miss how he doesn’t say he. So Cash isn’t the only one who knows about Mia.

Interesting.

Cat’s reply pulls my attention right back to her, though. “He’s very good to me.”

Thirty-Six

Jay

Only Wanna Be with You by Hootie and the Blowfish

Istand outside the brick building and watch as the tall brunette with a cautious smile walks toward me. She wears an adorably confused expression, and her cheeks are tinged a rosy red. Maybe from the mimosas. Maybe from the cold.

The sick bastard in me hopes maybe I have something to do with it too. That just seeing me makes her cheeks heat. If I weren’t better at hiding my emotions, I’d be just as fucking flushed as the girl who makes my heart trip over itself.

“What are we doing at the library?” she asks, gaping at the mammoth building behind us rather than looking me in the eye.

Grabbing her by the hip, I pull her to my chest and sink my lips into her neck. I had to hold back for two whole hours in front of her family; my restraint is gone.

“Time to find out what you like, Kitten,” I murmur into her ear as I nip at the lobe and then suck it into my mouth, my cock jumping as a groan slips from her throat.

She pushes against me, craving me as much as I crave her. Wrapping her arms around my neck, she arches back and looks up at me. “What I like?”

“Libraries are for learning, Kitten.” I tug her hips closer to mine. “It’s time for another lesson.”

She sucks in a breath, her eyes dancing with mirth. “What kind of lesson, though?”

“The kind where we figure out what you like.”