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I pulledmy blouse over my head, tossing it aside on the rug in Sincere and Lorenzo’s room. Out of the two weeks I’d been here, I’d slept in the guest room once. And that was only because I’d stayed up on the couch, reading a novella all night and was too lazy to climb the stairs after.

But I had zero regrets. Reading about Vino, Nas and Bash’s little triad was worth every wink of sleep I lost and missing Sincere’s embrace as I slept that night.

I adored the way that man held me tight every night, snug against his chest like he was afraid to let me go. His arms were heavy enough to hold me in place and the rhythm of his heart pounding in my ear was enough to lull me to sleep . I loved every second of everything with Sincere. He was gentle and sweet and attentive. The best lover I’d ever had just based off the fact that he cared how I felt abouteverything.

Tugging on a sports bra, my mind detoured to his husband. Lorenzo had been just as sweet as Sincere, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Or missing, for that matter.

He hadn’t touched me since that day in his office. Every time Sincere and I fucked, he stayed conveniently tucked away on the sidelines, watching us with a mix of emotions I couldn’t decipher.

I was starting to think he wasn’t attracted to me. Which was fine. He didn’t owe me attraction or attention, but it was…odd after the way he’d made me feel that first day.

I’d shown him my negative STI results, so he couldn’t be wary about that. Now every time I racked my brain about it, I gave myself a headache.

Because whenever Sin and I inevitably got lost in each other, he didn’t play a part. Sometimes I’d see him stroking his dick through his pants while he watched us with hooded eyes. Other times, I’d be coming down from a toe-curling orgasm just to open my eyes and find him studying me like I was an exhibit in a museum. That was probably the wrong word for it, but it was the best I could do after a long day of calling designers and cleaning my shop.

I’d officially closed on the store a week ago and next week I was supposed to have a designer come out to view the space. The problem was, I hadn’t found a designer yet and the clock was steady ticking.

“Hey, mamas.” Lorenzo’s voice startled me out of my preoccupied state and I turned around to look at him with an easy smile.

Regardless of whether he was attracted to me or not,Iwas attracted tohim. And even more than that, I liked him. He was easy on the eyes and the soul, his presence soothing and reassuring. I wanted?—

“What’re you thinking?” he asked, leaning down to kiss my forehead. I hadn’t realized he’d walked over to me until he was doing that and a rush of giddiness washed over me at his nearness.

Amber and leather wafted off of him and the masculine scent went straight to my core.

“About you,” I answered honestly.

Lorenzo lifted his brows and paused undoing his belt. We’d both come in here to change into something comfortable before dinner and the intimacy of that hit me in the gut.

Just two weeks and we’d already settled into a routine that felt like breathing.

Except…

“Can I ask you something?”

“Anything, sweetheart.” He tugged at his belt again, freeing it from the loops and set it down on the bench at the foot of the King-sized bed.

My semi-exhausted state helped me throw pretense to the wind and let the question roll off my tongue.

“Are you not sexually attracted to me?”

Lorenzo stilled, his hands stuck at the button near his throat while he stared at me with confusion and…exasperation?

“What makes you think I’m not attracted to you?”

“You’ve barely touched me since I got here. You only watch me and Sin and….”And what?It makes me uncomfortable? That would be a lie. It didn’t make me uncomfortable. Knowing we were fucking in front of a captive audience always made it hotter. But I just didn’t understand why he never joined in.

Now that I thought about it, what the hell was I saying? Maybe today had just fried my brain. This was a non-issue… “Actually, forget I brought it up. It’s been a long day.”

“No,” Lorenzo followed up immediately. “We’re gonna talk about it.”

He hooked his arms around my middle, pulling me flush against him so I couldn’t flee in the middle of the conversation. I wasn’t a runner, but it still tickled me that he wanted to hold me in place.

The muscles bunched under his shirt and pressed against my stomach distracted me from the topic at hand. Lorenzo had the most tempting physique I’d ever seen. He wasn’t even undressedright now and my mind ran rampant with all the ways I wanted to lick up his muscles and see his abs flexing while he pounded into me?—

“You think I’m not attracted to you because I haven’t fucked you yet,” he surmised, getting right to the point.

Caught off guard by his candor, I cleared my throat and met his eyes. “Yes. I’ve been here for two weeks and you’ve barely touched me.”