Chapter 31

“Are you done shooting for the day?”

“Yeah.” His voice was low. “Baby, did you mean it?”

“That it’s not real?” I asked, surprised. “Of course.”

“No,” he said with a pained sound. I heard him suck in a breath. “The other stuff.”

Oh. Shit. When I said those things I’d been trying to talk him down from his anger, not wanting him to get himself too worked up. But it only took me a moment’s contemplation to realize that yes, I did mean it. Completely. We’d never had the exclusivity talk because I knew he wasn’t going to do anything with anyone else. I had assumed he thought the same about me.

“Yes, Lucas. I absolutely mean it.”

There was that tiny whimper again, and everything in me melted. I wanted him here and in my arms, to show him with my body exactly how much I meant what I said.

“Well, except for my own hand, of course.” I was teasing him and I knew it. “I have my hand on my dick right now, just thinking about you. Thinking about the way you touch me.”