Page 129 of Primal God

“Oh my god!”

He jabs his good shoulder against mine. “Guess that means you’re being pleased at home.”

“Definitely.”

“Good. I’m glad.”

We share a smile.

“It was nice meeting you, Pretty Boy.”

“You too, Lili.” His gaze goes past my shoulder. “And I’m guessing that’s your man who looks like he’s about to break through the glass.”

I turn and find Dimitri standing in the window outside of the therapy gym. He does, indeed, look like he’s going to storm in at any moment.

Snorting, I say, “That’s him. See you later, Pretty Boy.”

Pretty Boy winks at me as I leave.

Dimitri is practically steaming when I get to the lobby.

“What was that thug saying to you?”

“Thug? Oh, you mean Pretty Boy.”

“Pretty Boy?”

Before he can say anything else, I say, “He’s not a thug. He’s in a motorcycle club.”

Dimitri mutters a string of curse words in Portuguese. Ignoring him, I start walking.

“Are we going home or?—”

I’m spun, so I’m facing Dimitri. His mouth covers mine in a possessive kiss that has me whimpering as I hold on to his shirt with one hand.

When we pull away, I grin. “Damn.”

“What?”

“That was really hot.”

“Just letting your friend in there know that you’re taken.”

“Am I?” I bat my eyelashes up at him. “I don’t recall ever being asked.”

He stalks toward me as I back up toward the elevator, laughing. Inside, he pins me against the wall.

“Let’s see. You sleep in my bed, yes?”

“Yes.”

“You come around my cock every night, yes?”

“Yes.”

“We have a daughter together, yes?”

“Yes.”

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