Page 65 of Bad for You

His gaze stayed locked on mine. “You don’t have to worry. I promise.”

Not a no. He was avoiding my question.

He kissed me again. “I’ll come around to your place as soon as my last client leaves tonight, yes?” His hand slid down to my butt and he squeezed. “No panties remember. I’m gonna add the ones in my pocket to my collection.”

“What do you mean, collection?”

He chuckled. “I may have picked up another pair a little while ago.”

“What? When?” I all but shrieked.

“From your laundry, the first time you had me over for dinner. Polka dots. Sexy as fuck.”

“Oh my God, I wondered where they went.” My face heated. “Why the hell did you want my underwear?”

His gaze went all dark and dirty. “So I could smell your pussy while I rub one out.”

I went from flushed to nuclear.

Jesse laughed. No, he laughed his ass off.

I slapped his arm, mortified.

“What was I supposed to do?” he said when he pulled himself together.

“Not steal my dirty undies.”

“It wasn’t my fault. You’d just worked me up to the point I thought my dick would snap off. Then I saw them in the bathroom.” He shrugged. “In my defense, I didn’t know they were dirty until I had my dick in my hand and pressed them to my face. It was just dumb awesome luck.”

Now I was getting turned on again. The mental image he created had me clenching my thighs. “You’re a sick man, Jesse Thomas.”

“And you love it,” he said.

I did.

He grinned, seeing it written all over my face. His nostrils flared and he squeezed my butt again. “I need to leave before I take you back inside and fuck you again.”

One hand on my ass, the other cupping my jaw, he laid one on me.

Then his eyes caught mine. “Later, Bambi.”

He sauntered around his truck and climbed in and I waved to him as he drove off, then headed back inside.

Thankfully it was nice and warm in here, because the temperature had dropped outside. I quickly disinfected the table, unable to hold back the smile as I did. Then I hustled back to the front. I’d rounded the counter, jiggled the mouse to wake up the ancient computer so I could finish checking in the books that still needed to be put away, when someone walked in.

I glanced up.

The book in my hand dropped, hitting the desk, the sound loud in the silence.

“Hello, Lila.”

“W-what are you doing here, Jarod?” My ex stood inside the door, a wary look on his face.

“Your mother sent me to check on you. You haven’t been answering her calls, she’s worried. I told her I’d talk to you.”

My back straightened and anger shot through me. “My relationship with my mother is none of your business.”

His mouth twisted cruelly. “I’m glad I came. Or I wouldn’t have seen the reason you’ve been distancing yourself from your family.”