Page 63 of Caged Heat

“No problem. I’m shit at fashion. Wear what makes you happy. You look hot in everything.”

My cheeks pinked at his compliment. So far, he hadn’t given me any reason to say no. He didn’t want to control me or occupy all of my time.

“I won’t do your laundry or clean your apartment, and I’m a shit cook.”

He frowned, and my stomach dropped. Damn. He’d been almost perfect.

“Why would I want you to do those things? I can do my own laundry and clean. I’m not great at cooking either, but I make do. I don’t expect you to do any of those things for me. You forget I grew up with a single mom. I’ve been self-sufficient since I was young.”

“So you really only want to spend time with me, eat some food, and give each other orgasms?” I asked.

“Yes, Sunshine. I like your company. You make me feel alive.”

Well, that felt good to hear. He made me feel the same. Maybe this relationship stuff wasn’t as scary as I’d always believed.

“I’m not sure what kind of relationships you’ve been in or seen, but from my experience, they should enrich your life, not take away. We can start here and see where things go.”

The way he described a relationship sounded easy, nice even. To have someone with whom I liked to spend time without them controlling my life…seemed too good to be true.

“And we date other people?” I asked hesitantly, needing to know more than anything where he stood here.

His smile fell. “No. That’s the one rule I have. I can’t share you. So, if that’s something you want, then I’m?—”

I cut him off with a kiss. I didn’t want to share him either. I already felt possessive as hell over him, and he wasn’t even mine. Except he felt like he was.

I slung my other leg over his lap and straddled him. The table dug into my back, pressing us close to one another in the cramped booth, but I didn’t care. I needed him more than I’d needed anything in my entire life. His hands gripped my ass, rocking me into him, and I was this close to falling apart again.

“Wait,” he gasped, pulling apart. “Does that mean?”

“Yes. I’ll be yours. Only yours. Food and orgasms.”

“Food and orgasms.” He smiled, and I got lost in his eyes. I’d been worried about ruining him, but I had it all wrong.

Mack Rigsby-Ellis had just ruined me from any other man.

“Please tell me there’s somewhere we can go or that your place is close. If I’m not inside you soon, my dick might detach itself and hit me upside the head.”

“Okay, that’s a disturbing visual.” I laughed. God, he made me do that so much. “It would be a shame to start this FAO-ship without giving you what you need.”

“FAO-ship?” he asked.

“Food and orgasm ship.”

“I’m a fan.”

“Good. Follow me.”

I slid off his lap and managed not to fall on my ass or show it. Double win. Taking his hand, I led him through the crowd back to the office where we’d left our belongings. Uncle Gus-Gus would kill me if he found out I was about to have sex on his desk, but there were some things best left unsaid.

Locking the door, I wasted no time unzipping my skirt and sliding it to the floor. Mack stared, his eyes widening as my shirt joined it on the floor. I let him take me in before I turned and stuck my ass out. Glancing over my shoulder, I winked.

“What are you waiting for?”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

MACK

The most beautiful woman was bent over, ass up, and waiting for me. I didn’t know how I’d gotten this lucky, but I wasn’t one to question it.

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