Page 152 of Ewan

“The food will arrive in a few minutes,” I say.

My plan is to eat after we fuck.

“Okay.”

She barely finishes saying that, and my phone pings with a message.

“It’s probably here already,” I say, checking the message. “Yes, it is.”

I move to the door and walk outside where the delivery person hands me a bag of food. I put cash in their hand, and they thank me before we both pull away.

She looks at me with wide eyes when I walk in.

“Hungry?” I ask.

A smile tugs at her lips.

“We can eat later,” she says.

“That’s what I thought.”

I drop the bag of food on the table and pivot to her.

She gives me a smile when I snake my arms around her body.

“Who bothered you tonight?” I ask, unable to squash my curiosity.

No one’s messing with what’s mine.

She gives me a distracting laugh.

“No one.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, grinning while nuzzling her neck.

Her arms wind around my neck, her body heated against mine.

“Yes.”

I lift my head and look down my nose at her.

Her eyes look like water ruffled by the wind.

“We can’t fuck if I don’t know what it is,” I say, the tension in her jaw telling me it’s something important.

What the fuck can it be?

It’s not her boss.

He was a no show this evening––smart man.

Is it her ex again?

“Is it a man?”

She’s quiet, and that’s my answer.

She seems terrified by my reaction, so I give her a casual laugh and run my lips down her neck again, speaking while I feel the quiver buried in her skin.

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