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“I’m not a relationship guy; I can’t promise you anything if we do this.”

“Did you assume I wanted something more from you?” she snips.

The mouth on this girl alone makes my dick harder than it’s ever been.

Today was supposed to be about supporting my nephews at their summer camp—not playing with fire and loving it.

The second I saw Fia, I knew I had to have her.

All of her.

I’m not shy in my endeavors with women, but one thing I don’t do is fuck. It’s a soul tie I’m not willing to swap with everyone woman in the city.

My reputation precedes me, but it’s anything but factual.

More so, the name I’ve gained for myself is one I never plan on letting go. It gets me pussy and allows for me to act as prevaricated as I please.

One thing’s for sure: I’ll let people think the worst before I dare let them get a glimpse of the real me. But somehow, I don’t care which version of me she sees. She can have them all if she wants them.

“Stay right here,” I tell her, voice full of bricks.

I’m fucking buzzing.

Sliding my hand on the luxe marble island, I trudge down the long hallway that leads to my bedroom in search of a condom. I pray to a god I don’t even really know on my walk. Begging that the small stride will somehow change what’s brewing for Fia Chandler.

It doesn’t.

After grabbing the only two condoms I have in this big-as-fuck, three-thousand-square-foot hotel suite, I gather myself coolly and make my way back into the kitchen.

In the same spot I left her, Fia is clad in the tightest dark jeans and a frilly pink off-the-shoulder crop top, her toned physique obvious even while fully clothed.

She has to do something to stay as fit as she is. I’ve never seen a body like hers in my life.

In a hard slap, I place the two condoms on the veiny island. I lean into the counter, propping my hip onto the edge, crossing my arms as I study her.

“A little confident, huh?” she asks, that snark I’ve fucking grown smitten with over the last three hours as boisterous as ever.

I lift my eyebrow in a questioning plea, unsure of what she’s alluding to.

“Magnums? I wouldn’t assume you’d need something that big,” she smart mouths, but it falls flat.

As I watch with a heated stare, all I feel is desire.

A rush I’m not used to experiencing.

I’ve never had to explain myself to a woman. Being in the mere presence of Jett Parker has been enough, but Fia doesn’t seem to give a fuck about who I am. Hell, in this moment, neither do I.

“And you know what they say about assumptions?”

I push my frame off the island, towering over her, forcing her closer to the front of the refrigerator.

“It wasn’t an assumption,” she volleys, and I play along.

She wants a war, and I’m already suited up and ready for battle.

“Don’t make as ass out of yourself, Fia. You’ll regret it.”

“I don’t regret any⁠—”