Page 42 of Make Me Yours

I rest my hands on his strong chest and tilt my head back. In my best flirty voice, the one I’ve only brought out for him, I ask, “Does that mean you won’t be tying me to the headboard and spanking me if I come too soon?”

His gaze takes on that predatory quality I’ve come to love. “Oh no, I’ll definitely be doing that. You deserve to be tied up for making me wait five extra minutes out here by the dumpster.”

I smile. “It was Elaina’s fault. It took a while to find the lint roller to get all the cat hair off my dress.”

He shakes his head and mutters, “Excuses, excuses.”

My grin widens. “You’re right. And I promise to accept my punishment with a positive attitude.” I pinch the taut skin at the side of his waist before adding in a whisper, “And plenty of screaming.”

He laughs and swats my bottom before putting a hand to my elbow and helping me into the passenger’s seat. I don’t need thehelp—I’m steady on my feet, even in borrowed heels—but I enjoy it.

It’s sort of like men in general. I don’tneeda boyfriend, but after this past week with Weaver…I really want one.

I want someone to talk to at the end of a long day, someone who makes me laugh, challenges my assumptions, and enjoys snacks at midnight as much as I do. I want orgasms and pleasure and the perfect ease I feel when I’m lying on Weaver’s chest after we’ve made love.

I want someone to hold me the way he holds me, like I’m his favorite person in the world.

But I’mnothis favorite person. Not really.

I’m a temporary distraction, a fuck buddy, and I can’t forget that for a moment. If I do, I’m going to lose my heart to this man.

Glancing at his sexy profile as he guides the car out of the alley and onto the main road leading out of town, I fear it might already be too late. But I’m not going to let that ruin our night.

There will be plenty of time to regret falling head over heels for the wrong man when Weaver is gone.

But for now, he’s here.

And he’s mine.

I reach out, slipping my hand into his, loving the way he squeezes my palm tight as we gain speed, zooming past the city limits into the cool, starry night.

chapter 14

WEAVER

Her face…

It’s so damned beautiful.

And it gives her every thought and feeling away.

As I pull up in front of The Royal Dunes, the premier luxury hotel in Saint Mary, Sully’s jaw drops and her cheeks flush. “What have you done?”

“Exactly what I said I was going to do,” I murmur. “This is one of the things you deserve.”

“Are you sure? I think the people who work here are dressed better than I am,” she whispers, tugging at the lapels of her coat as two tuxedoed valets approach the car.

“Not a chance.” I take her hand, giving it a squeeze. “You look like a million bucks.”

“My dress cost thirty dollars,” she says in a rush. “Secondhand. And I didn’t wash it because I was afraid that I’d ruin it because I’m bad at laundry. And yes, they probably washed it before they put it up for sale, and it smells clean, but there’s a chance I’m wearing another woman’s sweat as well as her dress.”

“Doesn’t matter,” I say, holding her anxious gaze, loving that she lets me in like this. Even when it’s embarrassing or hard.“You could be naked, and you’d still put every woman in this hotel to shame.”

Her shoulders relax as her lips twitch into a crooked grin. “You’re a liar, but I like it.”

“I’m not a liar,” I say, before turning to the valet opening my door. Another appears on Sully’s side, welcoming her to the hotel.

I hand my valet the keys and a twenty before sliding out into the brisk evening air. I circle around to meet Sully on the passenger’s side, offering her my arm and the other attendant a twenty, as well. I tell him the name on the reservation and he gives me a claim ticket and a big grin before moving toward the trunk.

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