Page 21 of Fake Maid

She snorts and tips her head back, grinning up at the ceiling.

“You don’t have to call me that anymore.”

“Maybe I’ve got a taste for it.”

“I just didn’t want you saying another girl’s name. Ever again. Isn’t that crazy?”

It is, but I love it. I want Billie to be jealous over me. I want her snapping her teeth and staking out her territory. I’ll never give her a reason to doubt me, but damn, it’s fucking hot to see the angry flash in her green eyes.

“Insane.” I unclip my own seat belt, ignoring her grumbles, and slide closer, pushing her thighs wide. I’ve barely skimmed my fingertips over the seam of her shorts when the engine cuts out.

We’re home.

“Come on,” I tell her, voice gruff, and push the car door open. “Pool house. Now.”

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