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I chuckle, pleased at how at ease he is with the idea of being together. I know that last night he said I was his, but I half expected him to wake up with regrets and things would get awkward again.
“I’m not only able to move, I’m also ready for more.”
“Liar,” he shoots back. “Wait until you are up and moving before saying that.”
I grab a croissant and nibble on the end. “I love it when you’re like this.”
“What, relaxed?”
I nod, smothering back a smile. “Yeah, it beats aloof and grumpy.”
“Since I’m making such a good impression this morning, I’m gonna go ahead and give you your gift. Maybe you’ll wear it for me.”
I eagerly reach out for the package he’s offering. “What is it, lingerie?”
“Something better. Open it and see.”
Dropping my pastry back onto the plate, I tear through the brown paper wrapping to find a property cut with his name on the back.
Clutching it to my chest, I tell him, “It’s beautiful. And you’re absolutely right about it being better than lingerie.”
“After everything that happened, I need people to know that you’re officially under Sons’ protection,” Flint says.
I should have known it was too good to be true. It’s not that he wants me to be his woman, it’s just practical.
My face must have dropped because he asks, “Don’t you like it? I thought you’d be happy?”
I force a smile. “I love it. Don’t worry, I know it doesn’t mean anything and I’m not really yours, but—”
“Hey! Where’s this coming from? Of course I want you to be mine. I guess we never really had that conversation,” he says.
“Really? So last night wasn’t just a one-off?”
“Hell, the fuck, no! I don’t know how we’re gonna break the news to Tommy, but I want you to be my woman.”
I stroke my fingers over the part that reads, ‘Property of Flint’.
“Then you’ll wear it?”
“Every single day. Thank you. Wearing your property cut makes me feel like I finally belong in your life.”
“I would have thought that living in at my place, working side by side, and riding my cock might have done that already. But if the property cut seals the deal for you, so much the better.”
I let the sheet slide down my torso and struggle into the cut, snapping it up the front. “How does it look?”
“Fuckin’ amazin’. It makes me wish I’d gone easy on you last night, so I could fuck you while you wear it.”
I shove the tray aside and start to climb into his lap when someone pounds loudly on the door.
“Flint, are you up in there? Jasper sent me to tell you that sedan you sent for is thirty minutes out. He said get your ass downstairs, pronto.”
“Yeah, we’re up. Tell him we’ll be down in a few,” Flint shouts back.
Looking at Flint’s hair, I can see it’s damp from the shower he took before waking me up. I ask quietly, “If you don’t mind, I’m going to grab a quick shower. I don’t want to hold you up.”
He gives me a casual chin jerk. “Yeah, make it quick if you want to be there when that fuckin’ vehicle arrives.”
He knows that I do because we’ve talked about it. I scramble out of bed, pulling on my pants from yesterday so I can get to the shower across the hall without humiliating myself. At the door, I glance over my shoulder to find Flint staring down at the sketch I started of him. The door to the room shuts as I turn on the shower.
