Page 69 of Hitting the Gap

“Trust me, I know. There’s enough food for two people here.” Bailey opened her napkin and draped it over her lap. She eyed his plate. “Everything looks so good.”

“Is that your way of saying you’re hoping for a bite of mine?”

“No,” she scoffed.

He cut off a small section of each enchilada. “Yeah right. Bring your plate over.” He laughed.

Bailey grinned and slid her plate toward him. “Thank you. Brad hated sharing his food with me.”

“Why?”

She sighed. “I don’t know, but then again, he would have taken one look at my platter and immediately said I needed to take half of it home.”

“Hold up.” Gonzo held up his hand. “Are you seriously telling me he policed what you ate?”

Bailey nodded.

“What the hell, Bailey. Why the fuck did you stay with him so long?” he growled.

“He didn’t do it at first and slowly, over time, it started and…” She pursed her lips tightly, then shrugged slightly. “I don’t know.”

Gonzo glanced over his shoulder at Brad’s table. The asshole sat with his buddies like he was holding court. Turning back around, he pinned Bailey with a stare. “Alright. From now on, let’s agree you’re a smart, grown ass woman who can make up her own mind. No more doing shit you don’t want to do.”

He held out his hand toward her. Bailey raised her hand and placed her palm in his. Gonzo firmly shook her hand. “You want to eat something. You eat it. You want something in the bedroom you say so and you sure as fuck speak up if you don’t. Deal?”

“Who says we’ll be doing stuff in the bedroom?”

How cute. A slow, confident smile spread across his face. “Oh, there’s no doubt we’ll be going to the bedroom, Bailey. The only question is when.”

Chapter 15

Bailey glanced over at Gonzo as he leaned against the wall of the elevator, watching her. Her gaze trailed down his body. The way his hands rested in his pockets drew her attention to his cock. Did he realize how standing like that emphasized the size of it?

She glanced up to see him smirking back at her. Probably. Knowing Gonzo, he was probably very aware of what made a woman think of sex. He’d certainly done a good job with her. Ever since he’d mentioned that he wanted to have sex with her, it was all she could think about.

He’d said if she wanted something, she should ask. “Were you serious about wanting to have sex with me?”

His muscles tensed. “Definitely.”

The elevator doors popped open at his floor and she stepped out. She could feel him watching her ass as she walked.

Neither of them spoke as they walked in silence down the hall to his apartment. Gonzo unlocked it and they stepped inside. He locked the door behind them.

Nerves danced down her spine. She’d been feeling bold in the elevator, but the pause in conversation had her questioning herself. If he was interested, wouldn’t he have pushed her up against the wall or something the moment they walked inside? Isn’t that what people did when they really wanted someone? Maybe he’d just been trying to be nice.

Gonzo stepped toward her. She could feel the heat pouring off his body. The man radiated heat like no one she’d ever met. “You’re thinking too much, Bailey,” he told her.

She snorted. “Probably.”

He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, and she shivered as his fingers touched the skin of her neck. “You want me to fuck you, Bay?”

God yes, but more than that, she wanted him to make her feel desirable. “Make me feel beautiful, Gonzo.”

“Gladly.” His hand curved around her neck and into her hair as he pulled her toward him.

Gonzo grabbed her around the waist and hoisted her up. With a squeal, she wrapped her legs around his waist and tightened her hold on his neck.

“That’s better.” His hands kneaded her ass and he buried his face in her neck. “Fuck, I love your ass.”

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