“I love fucking you,” I reply, wiping her hair from her face. “Let’s not change that.”
“Okay,” she agrees tiredly, and after a few breaths, she gets up and proceeds to dress while I watch her, stuck to the floor, not wanting to move from this space.
“It’s officially christened,” she jokes, her dress strap sliding up her shoulder.
“Not everywhere,” I tell her with a shrug. I can already think of at least ten other spots where I’d like to take her.
She raises a brow at my words.
“You bought me a bookstore,” she says as she pulls her sweater back on. “And I still owe you half a million.”
“I did.” I nod, finally getting up. “And you do.” She watches me slide on my trousers.
“Normal people don’t buy their ex a bookstore.”
“Is that what we are? Exes?” I question. I think part of me will always view her as my wife.
“Yes. I see no other way to put it. And I think you’ve said as much.”
“Hmm…”
She glances at her watch and then back to me. “I have to go. I have to pick up Jerome.”
“I have to work,” I tell her, stepping to the door. When she gets to me, she stops.
“This is going to get messy. You realize that, right?” Adora licks her lips.Fuck, I want to be the one licking those lips. Every. Single. Day.
“Tomorrow, meet me at Jake’s,” I tell her, and her brow furrows.
“You want to go back there?”
“Yes.” I don’t even bother denying I enjoy that place. She should very much know that. “Is that an issue for you?”
She starts to shake her head. “No, no, it’s just—”
“Jake got you out of there,” I remind her.
“Yes, and his place of business was nice, considering what it is.”
“It’s a place where people can fuck and fill their desires without judgment. Do you not have desires?” I ask, stepping closer.
“You’ve pretty much ticked every box.”
“Have I?” I lift her chin with my fingers to see those whiskey-colored eyes that hold me hostage.
“I don’t crave anyone else when I’m with you, so I would say yes.”
I lean into her lips without kissing them, whispering into them as they part. “No other desires? Don’t want to be tied up?” I wait for a response, but she gives me nothing. “Blindfolded?” She sucks in a breath, and I step away from her. “Until next time, darling.”
Her eyes follow me as I walk out, and it takes everything in me not to look back at her.
SEVENTEEN
ADORA
Jerome loves the school, which is a relief. I want him to be happy here. Even if it means sacrificing myself, I will make him happy. I’ve done it before, and I will do it again because that’s what you do for someone you love.
Joey.