His ravenous greeting echoes in my ears, scorching through me as thick arms wrap around my waist from behind.“I think your dick’s mad you know that.” I jest, standing in the tiny laundry room in the apartment’s basement. “Did you bake me a quiche too?”Vaughn chuckles and spins me abruptly to face him. “Your smart mouth does fascinate me, but you can drop the act. I’ve felt your sweet pussy clamp down on my cock when you come, remember? You have no questions about my sexuality. And you don’t have to goad me into fucking you again, Paige. I’m more than open to an encore.” He winks and lifts me onto the dryer. “Yeah, well, I’m closed for chlamydia. I’d rather not catch what Suzanne’s serving.” I quirk a brow, daring him to deny it, all the while cursing the female half of my brain for speaking. “Jealous?” His grin splits wider, arrogant at the possibility. Saw that coming, thus the cursing myself.I scoff. “No, more like disgusted.”“Long time ago.”
