Page 110 of Always Yours

“Austen, you ready?” Peepaw asks, annoyance in his voice.

“Yes, one second.”

I type back quickly.

Me: You are impossible.

Dimitri: It’s a danger that I run headfirst toward.

I just blink at my phone.

Me: Are you just smirking? Those dimples deep and all proud of yourself?

Dimitri: Hell yeah, I am, while being rock hard ’cause I know you are thinking of me and you’re dripping wet. Ready for only me.

He is completely right, and good God, I’m pulsating between my legs. He loves to fuck with me, make me blush, and I can’t allow myself to be the only one affected.

Me: When I kick you as you come into this meeting, I want you to know it’s to keep myself from riding you right in front of everyone in this building.

Dimitri: Try to kick me, Janie, and I’ll have you in my lap, screaming my name so fucking fast, neither of us will care who sees.

Okay, so I failed that.

Dimitri: Trying to leave me speechless?

Me: I hate you.

Dimitri: You don’t have to try. I’m always speechless.

I audibly swoon. Ugh, I miss him! This jackass.

“Austen, what are you doing?”

I look up, and I had completely forgotten he was there.

“I’m on the phone. Go ahead. I’ve got four minutes to get there.”

“It’s unprofessional to be late for a meeting.”

I look back at him. “It can be said it’s unprofessional to show up to a meeting you’re not included in just to intimidate a player.”

His eyes widen, as do mine. I don’t know where that came from, but I’m not surprised. I don’t want him here; I don’t want him thinking he has control over anything, because he does not. I do. I am in control. With that, I look down at my phone, and I hope when I look up, he’ll be gone.

Me: So, tell me what this word is that describes how I go from wanting to drown in your kisses to swooning like a fool.

Dimitri: I can’t tell you. You just have to know.

I make a face.

Me: How am I supposed to know if you’re the first person to make me feel this way?

Dimitri: Janie, you know.

“Austen,” Elli says, pulling my attention from my phone.

I clear my throat. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You ready, love? We’re waiting for you.”

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