“No, listen for a moment,” she says firmly. “If this is just a bit of fun, then that’s fine, just make sure she knows that. Don’t allow her to think it could be more if you know it can’t be.”
“Yeah,” I agree, although I’m not entirely sure what I’m agreeing to.
Do I want this to be just a bit of fun that I can walk away from in a few days, weeks, or months? No, I really fucking don’t. But equally, do I want this to turn into something serious?
I sink lower in my seat as that question sits heavy on my shoulders.
I don’t think it’s about whether I want it to or not; it’s about whether it can be possible.
This isn’t as simple as boy and girl finding something with each other. I come with a whole truckload of baggage that no woman deserves to deal with.
“Kodie?”
“Yeah,” I breathe.
Silence fills the line as Parker battles with what to say.
“Be honest with her and yourself. The only way this will end badly is if you’re not.”
My lips part to respond, but Parker cuts the call, obviously wantingto have the final word.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, dragging my hand down my face before I push the door open and head inside to order her…fuck. What was her drink again?
Iget into Casey’s building with the codes Parker gave me just as easily as I did under the cover of darkness—but everything is different this time.
Casey knows I’m coming. Hell, if she’s done as she was told, she should be waiting for me.
Desire stirs low in my gut. I’m already sporting a semi and I’m not even in the same room as her yet.
I’ve had her twice this morning. Shouldn’t this incessant need lessen? Shouldn’t my itch be scratched already? But if anything, I’m just as desperate as I was in the middle of the night with only one thing on my mind.
The control panel flashes green, and the lock disengages, allowing me entry into her apartment.
I slip inside and listen for a moment. It’s silent.
Assuming she’s followed orders, I step deeper into the apartment, but the second I round the corner, I discover I’m wrong.
Casey isn’t lying in bed naked and waiting for me like I demanded.
She’s standing in the kitchen, sipping on a cup of coffee, wearing my jersey and another pair of those fucking green panties.
My jaw tics as I take her in, my cock going full mast, pressing against the unforgiving fabric of my jeans.
“What are you doing?” I demand, my voice deep with desire.
She smirks, looking up at me through her lashes as I approach with our breakfast.
“I needed a drink.”
“You’re not in bed.”
“I know, but?—”
“No buts, Casey. You defied me.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, and my cock jerks.
“Sorry, Daddy,” she whispers. “Are you going to punish me?”
