Page 56 of Dreamboat

I smile. “It was that obvious?”

“You must be a shit poker player because you wear your emotions right here.” He circles a finger in front of my face. “I’m going to go grab a lint roller to save you from your doorman’s assumption that you spent the night cat sitting or sitting on the cock of someone who loves cats.”

I stop him with a hand to his forearm. “I did spend the night sitting on the cock of someone who loves cats.”

“I do recall you crawling onto me around two this morning to ride me.”

I laugh. “For the record, I’m not sleeping with anyone else right now either.”

The smile that begins on his mouth reaches his eyes. “Good to know.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Donovan

“You were lying about the book, right?” I question Delia as I walk her to the front door of my home. “The neighbor didn’t do it, did he?”

She looks up at me, studying my face. “Do I strike you as the type of person who would ruin a surprise or reveal a secret?”

“No,” I answer swiftly. “You have yet to confirm that you hid on that ledge on Clever’s disappearing assistant box.”

“He started following me on two of my social media accounts yesterday.” She sighs.

“Did you follow him back?” Jealousy edges my tone but I don’t give two shits.

“Do you really care if I did?”

I take her chin in my hand, tilting her head up so I can look into her eyes. “You’re answering every question of mine with one of your own.”

“Indeed I am,” she responds. “That’s what a degree in behavioral science will get you. You learn when to ask the right questions.”

I laugh. “And when to not answer questions?”

“Correct.”

I kiss her softly on the lips. “What other degrees do you have?”

“A few,” she says like none of them are that big of a deal. “There’s the one I recently earned in sexuality studies.”

That perks not only my interest, but my cock. It stirs inside my pants. “Go on.”

“It’s a fascinating field.” Her entire face beams bright with a wide smile. “Understanding what makes us all want the things we do is so enlightening. It’s helped give me so much insight into sex and love.”

I want more insight into sex and love, too, especially love since I’ve never experienced it before. I don’t need a degree to tell me I’m falling in love with her now.

“My first degree was in teaching,” she confesses. “I earned that one at the very young age of twenty-one.”

“You’re fucking fascinating.” I cup her face in my hands. “You’re the most fascinating person I’ve ever known.”

“Do you know a lot of people?” she asks, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “Or more animals than people?”

“Both.”

“Speaking of which…” Her voice trails as she leans up to kiss me. “We need to go so you can get to work and I can finally change my clothes.”

“You’ll let me know when I can cook dinner for you?”

“I will.” She nods. “You’ll let me know when you find out how that novel ends?”

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