“Hey!” My protest was loud, but the kitten inside me purred and stretched.

“I really wasn’t, but that smart mouth of yours.” He pulled me over his knees. “I wasn’t going to.” He shook his head and sat up, taking me with him. You didn’t actually say the words.” I cut my eyes away from him.

I decide who’s good enough to get between these thighs. And I’m the smart one, remember? So I don’t want to hear any more of this nonsense about you not being good enough. “Do you think that a man could be the youngest boss this town has ever seen and be a total moron? Is that what you think? Because, let me tell you. His mouth clapped closed, though his eyes narrowed. “Do you think an idiot could run the biggest criminal syndicate in Philly? Do you-” I saw something completely different than what he described. It was as if he were looking at himself in a funhouse mirror. I won’t be able to keep up with the smart stuff you’ve got going on up here.” He tapped my forehead. I ran my finger down the harsh line of his jaw, the scar smooth next to the unmarred skin. But I cut class, didn’t pay attention for shit, and I’m pretty sure they just graduated me so I’d quit terrorizing the students and flirting with the younger teachers.” The thought sent a thrill racing to my achy spots. He kissed my forehead, as if he couldn’t go for too long without pressing his lips to some part of me. “You act like you never even went to high school.” “Is this the book smarts thing? That’s what this is, isn’t it?”Ī smile pulled at my lips. “I’ll swear on whatever you’d like that you gave me something sweeter than I ever thought possible.” Not about this.” He gripped my upper arms and pulled me on top of him so we were face to face. “Really? You’re not just saying that?” I tried not to think of his past, of the others. “It was…” I hated to feed his ego, but I didn’t want to lie, especially not after what we’d just shared. After we’d cleaned up, he pulled me to his chest and kissed the top of my head.

“You got jealous of your pool self.” He rose and walked to the bathroom, his hard ass a treat to look at as he went. “You can’t get jealous of your own imaginary self.” “I’ve had a lot of practice talking to imaginary Nate.” He sat back, but couldn’t pull his gaze away from the mess we’d made.

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