“None of your business.”
“What if I’m making it my business?”
“Then you’re in for a rude awakening.”
Unable to resist, I blurted, “Where did my Baby Soph go?”
If my question bothered her, she didn’t show it.
Changing the subject, she questioned, “Why are you here alone?”
“I’m not alone. You’re here with me now.”
“I won’t call you the G.O.A.T like I’m sure most of the women you fuck do.”
“No problem. I’d prefer you call me God.”
She smiled. “Humble much?”
“Sweetheart.” I leaned in, close to her lips. “I wasn’t referring to the way I can throw a football.”
She giggled, licking her lips, and the scent of whiskey and her assaulted my senses.
“Then you’re referring to the way you can throw your dick around?”
I laughed. “It wasn’t my dick I threw around. It was you.”
Her eyes dilated.
“But if you want to continue playing this game of you run and I chase, then there’s only one way for you to find out.”
“Wow. You’re already throwing yourself at me,” she playfully taunted.
“Would you prefer I lie and say I don’t want to fuck you until you can’t walk in the morning?”
“So I’ll be staying until morning?”
“I wouldn’t let you leave if you wanted to.”
“I see. I don’t usually sleep with men who are so clingy.”
I growled from the instant jealously I felt from hearing her say that.
“Are you saying you sleep with random men?”
She winked. “Once or twice.”
My chest locked up, jealously radiating off of me.
“How many men have you been with, Sophie?”
“Isn’t that kind of a personal question?”
“Considering my cock has been in every hole in your body, no.”
“Hmm…” She brought her fingers up to her mouth. “I don’t really remember what you’re talking about. You must not have been that good.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Is that right?”