Page 73 of The Hate Date
“Not until you. Should I get you pregnant tonight?” I boop her nose.
Clover looks down at her belly. Caresses it. She’s beautiful in the dim, silvery-blue light of buildings in the city. Without saying anything, I know she’s picturing herself with my baby inside her.
She’s not freaking out.
My finger moves up Clover’s thigh. She watches me inch closer to her pussy. I decide it’s not the right time to talk about her ex. Not while we’re in bed together. I decide to ease out of the topic. “Have you heard from Solange? Is she still with Harrison?”
“I have no idea. I haven’t heard anything and I don’t care. I blocked her. I’m looking forward, not behind.” Clover reclines back against the pillow. Flings one of her legs over my hip, opening herself wide.
I lean over and nuzzle her inner thigh. “I think you got the better end of the deal.”
“I did. I got you.” She moans when my finger sinks inside her.
My lips graze the hollow of where her thigh meets her torso. “Oh, you’ve got me.”
“God!” she cries out when I suck her folds between my lips. Plunge my tongue deep inside her and savor her essence.
There’s nowhere I want to be except here, in my bed, making love to the woman I would do anything for. I’m never going to let anyone hurt her. Ever. No matter what.
Including myself.
My vendetta against Harrison has gone on long enough. I’m tapping out. No matter what Seth finds, because even though I’ve told him to stop—I know he won’t. He’s trying to have my back. I’m going to be relieved when it’s all behind us.
As for me, there are more important things in life than what happened to me in foster care. Or, back in college. Clover doesn’t dwell on her past. It’s an amazing quality. She embraces life to the fullest by living in the moment. Right now, the life she’s building is with me.
It’s time for me to make some changes.
She’s my number-one priority from now on.
Above everything—and everyone—else.
Chapter twenty-seven
Clover
A Few Days Later
Content.
It’s the only way to describe how I feel with JJ.
Every fear. Every doubt. Gone.
He’s my one. While circumstances were not ideal when we met, I think back to the day I saw him at The Cactus Club and our eyes met… Instant connection. He felt it too. We talk about it all the time.
Though our road to getting here has been rocky, for sure, we’re where we need to be. By this time next year, who knows?
As long as we’re together, I don’t care.
This morning Joar left for Sydney for a ten-day business trip. The timing’s perfect. I’m on deck to do a ton of prerelease press for The Boyfriend Experiment all this month. Not only is the show finally going to air after the delay due to Ronni’s troubles, but it also drops next year on friggin’ Valentine’s Day. And…we’ve been picked up for another season.
Life is so amazing right now. Better than it’s ever been. I’m even happy to be home for a few days after essentially living at Joar’s condo for the past month. We’ve spent a few nights here in WeHo, but considering his office is so close to his place, it saves so much time just to stay there.
Flipping through the mail as I push through my front door, I immediately notice how warm it is. No, it’s unbearably hot. I fling the pile of mostly junk on the counter and check the temperature. Sure enough, the air-conditioning isn’t turned on. It’s friggin ninety degrees in here. When I flip the switch, there’s a weird buzzing sound, but the cool air promptly makes a dent in the stuffy heat.
Ahhh.
Tomorrow I’ll call a technician to check it out.