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“Three more… of this?” I asked, completely confused.

At first, when he had texted me about meeting him here, all sorts of things had popped into my head of what he’d want to do in his little secret apartment. For me to be his love slave had been at the top of the list of tawdry, hedonistic things he might want to do.

But he hadn’t.

He’d been respectful even if a little annoying. All we did was hang out late at night while the world slept.

“Are you this hard up for friends, Ferguson?”

“Dave, brat.” His hand tapped my ass, and I bit down on my bottom lip.

There was something about Dave that not only drew me in, intrigued me, but brought a side out of me I was dying to explore. Something I only ever read about or watched on X-rated shows. There was something about our size difference and the way he carried himself that made me want to almost submit to him. My face heated up, and I knew my cheeks had turned pink with the way his dark gaze skated down my face.

“Or you could call me something else that starts with a D?” he said, once again somehow finding his way into my head.

“Like what? Dork?” His lips twitched and he patted my ass again.

“Hmm… we’ll get back to that in a minute. Three more months,” he negotiated. I only had one more month left from this stupid deal. I would be committing all the way through the holidays and well into the new year.”

“Three more…” I chewed on my bottom lip and didn’t miss the way his eyes skated down to my mouth. “And it would be the same? Just us… hanging out?”

“Is that what you think we’re doing, Roxanne? Hanging out?”

“I mean... other than today, you hardly touch me unless we’re sleeping and you get all cuddly.”

“You like it.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” I smarted off, unwilling to admit I did like cuddling close to him.

“That smart mouth of yours is going to get you in trouble.” That wasn’t the first time I’d heard that.

“Wanna put something in it so it won’t?” I taunted like the brat he liked to call me, more than willing to do it, too.

God, maybe I just needed to fuck him out of my system? Could it happen in one night?

“Deal or not?” he asked, once again not acknowledging my offer.

“You’re such a bully, you know that?” I complained. He rolled his eyes.

“Again, you like it. You like me being your bully.” I shook my head and frowned. “You want me bossy.”

“You really think you can get Adam to finally talk to Callie?” I ignored just how right he was.

“Deal or not?” he asked again, and I swallowed. I got off his lap and, to my surprise and disappointment, he let me.

“I need to know the fine print here, Ferguson. I know how your people can be.”

“My people?” He smirked, and I crossed my arms.

“Yeah.” I lifted my chin. “The rich and famous always have some kind of card up their sleeve when it comes to getting what they want.”

“Is that what you think?” He tossed a leg over his knee like he wasn’t hard as a rock. I’d known the attraction was mutual with the way he looked at me, but feeling the effect I had on him? Then having to pretend it hadn’t been pressed tightly between us, it had been close to impossible.

“Three more months of hanging out?” I asked again, not bothering to argue endlessly with him.

“Three more months of you coming here and doing whatever I want.” That had been what I’d agreed to in the beginning. It was why I had thought I would be walking into some kind of sex dungeon. That and my seriously pervy imagination thanks to the smutty novels I loved to indulge in.

“Whatever…” Maybe the last two months of innocent hangouts and cuddling nights had been to lull me into thinking he was someone safe to be around.