All Chapters of Say it Again-Tell Me l'm not just another deal to you : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

My throat strained through my second admission as the car slowly glided into my designated parking space. I turned off the engine."Right when I caught her naked in the shower, I said please get out. I was firm but calm. I told her I didn't want her like that. That we weren't contracted to have sex, and I wasn't negotiable.". But she insisted that her friend, who'd hired me last year, got the so-called full treatment. I told her some extra was on a case-by-case basis. But she insisted, cupping my cock, kissing down my chest.I closed my eyes. Shit. I always got completely infuriated when I read about women sexually assaulted, because most of the time it was practically impossible for them to fight off their attackers, size- and strength-wise.But as I was this big, muscular man, I couldn't help but wonder that I could've done something to stop my attack. Punched her away. The victim shame devoured me, shattering my pride and my self-esteem."The worst thing was that I let it happen,"

I blinked slowly at him. I meant him and me, but I didn't appreciate the attitude."Flinn is doing more than you ever have for Gravity." This was true."I don't like him.""Good thing I'm the one who fucks him, not you." If only."How soon?" he demanded, his left eyelid pounding, twitch-twitch-twitch."I'm not going to time it. When it feels right.""That's not correct," he grumbled, glaring at me with incredulity. "I do know my rights, Klaus. If you start to pose too many obstacles, I will engage lawyers.""Fine. I'd like to inform the judge you left me to bring her up for three and a half years so you could get bronzed on Bondi Beach." I stood up to face him. "Oh, and I photographed lots of the new bracelet you gave me." I held up my arm between us. "Nice gift, by the way.""Listen, I don't want any trouble," he said in a rush, wetting his lips. "I just want to be a part of your and Gravity's life. I believe that you came here, to this city, to this bar, is kismet. You can't deny me

FLINNMy gut dropped as soon as our lips touched, an up-and-down feeling I had never experienced before while kissing anyone else.My hand worked its way up, cradling her head, fingers straying through the hair tresses of their own volition as our hot mouths met and pulled each other in desperation, like sucking for air.She groaned against my lips, and I seized the opportunity, tracing my tongue against hers, finding the heat of her and plunging into it. She tasted as sweet as nectar, and I edged closer to the gate of heaven, tracing my lips against hers softly at first, seeking the groans and gasps, trying to figure out how she liked to be kissed-passionately? Sweetly? Ardently? Leisurely?-until I struck the precise pressure that curved her ankle vine around mine, her toes curled into sandaled loops. Our tongues danced together now, and fuck, she did not know. She teased me with shallow, swift motions, and every time our kiss hit a beat, she cut me a curve, changing the angle of he

KLAUS"Alright, what's your favorite color, band, and sexual position?" I scowled at Flinn on the other side of the table from me. We were sipping champagne—real champagne, not prosecco—and nibbling a tasty flatbread with herbs and artichokes and honey poured over it.I had ordered steak for an entrée, and he had ordered a chicken salad. This was not a coffee shop by any means. It was a restaurant, and an expensive damn one. There were candles in between us, French ballads softly playing in the background, antique chandeliers.I knew this night wasn't going to be spent in bed, so the entire experience was a waste of time. I didn't have to learn anything about Flinn. I could extricate myself from any situation through talking."Clear the table, Oasis, Pink." He folded his hands, highlighting his wild-buff biceps."Pink?" My champagne had gone the wrong way down my pipe, and I found myself coughing into my fist. "You enjoy that color?""Nothing's wrong with pink. It's the color of nippl

That was a mercy for me. I hadn't asked Cosmos about it—I went out of my way not to care about Gravity when she was in my line of vision—but I did not leave that asshole alone with the kid."Mr. Mikasa." A woman with an iPad and a headset microphone approached us. "They're ready to have you come on stage." She dragged her finger across the screen. "You've got the words, correct? 'Grill or no grill, I'm happy to unveil the Grill Deal'?"Pete nodded behind her.Shane screwed up his face. "When does the name stop sounding so cringeworthy?""Never is my guess." Kieran screwed up his face.Timothy glared at the both of them.It so happened that Klaus did not join the Times Square party. Neither did Bruce and his wife. But I stood by and watched my best friend kill it with the crowd, signing his cookbooks, taking photos with fans, and peddling five thousand units of that ridiculous kit, before we all succumbed to the after-party at Pete's restaurant, Mikasa, over Bryant Park, a rooftop eate