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How the fuck did he do that with his hands? And why did I already want him to do it again?

“Look at me, Goldyn.”

I forced my eyes open and fought to meet his hooded gaze. Slowly, he pulled his hand away from my center, keeping his other arm around me for support. “Give me your hand.”

I obeyed, raising my palm for him.

Lorenzo tenderly grasped my smaller hand in his and brought it to his pants. He pulled my hand against his semi-hard dick and held it there, his eyes pinned on me the whole time. “Unbutton my pants, Goldy.”

With shaky hands, I did what he told me to, pausing to look up at him when his black briefs were in view.

He grabbed my wrist, holding my hand against his softening erection. I frowned until understanding dawned and the look in his eyes confirmed it. “The next time you think I don’t want you, I want you to remember that makingyoucome just made me come in my pants.”

My mouth fell open, but before I could gasp, he kissed me, the sloppy tangling of our tongues getting me caught up all over again. My whole body felt like jelly, but somehow I found the strength to keep kissing him. My tongue wrapped around his could say more than me in this moment.

How had I missed him coming for me? He had me so lost in my own pleasure that I didn’t notice anything but his fingers fucking in and out of me.

Lorenzo hissed at the featherlight touch of my hand against his dick, and I bit my lip at the evidence of his release sticking to my fingers even through the material of his briefs.

I didn’t think I’d ever experienced anything sexier than this. Knowing my pleasure got him off wrecked me in the best way. My body twitched, tremors steadily ebbing through me as I looked in his eyes.

“I just came all over myself from the thought of you coming, baby. Don’t ever think I don’t want you,” he said harshly against my swollen lips. My eyes fell shut when his mouth reclaimed mine.

We didn’t stop kissing until the sound of a throat clearing tore us out of our haze and we looked up to find Sincere leaned against the door.

Lorenzo smirked. “Hey, baby.”

“Hey,” he answered softly, a loving look on his face before his eyes jumped to me. A tender smile claimed his lips as he backed out of the door, his eyes still pinned on us. “Dinner will be ready in fifteen.”

I turnedin a slow circle and looked at the space I’d dreamed about owning for a year. Completely gutted, nothing remained except exposed red brick walls and weathered wood floors.

There was a lot to be done and it was both terrifying and exciting.

Every time I felt myself getting overwhelmed by how much there was to do, I talked myself off the ledge and reminded myself there wasn’t a deadline I had to reach. I could do this as quickly or as slowly as I wanted. Nobody knew my little dream was in progress and until I announced a grand opening date, there was no pressure.

I fell into a squat with a heavy sigh, looking out of the windows facing the street. My van was the only car parked on this end of the block, but I knew if I walked out and turned to the left, I’d see Rome’s car and it brought me peace I didn’t know I needed. His quiet proximity for the past two weeks had been my saving grace, even if he acted put off every time I showed up to take him to lunch.

Having more than one familiar face in this town after years of being on my own was…nice. And I was sure Ms. Ruby was grateful for the break from being the only person I knew.

Sighing, I dropped out of my squat and sat on the dusty floor. The contractor I hired would start at the beginning of next week, building everything I’d doodled in my notebook ages ago. Then once I passed inspections, my designer would come in and make everything pretty.

It was happening. And yet, some part of me was still questioning everything.

Mainly because my original plan of this space being a bookstore bakery cafe would have to be revised. The business license I applied for before I knew what I was doing only allowed me to operate as a bookshop. If I wanted to change that I’d have to get a food vendor license and the health department involved.

When I told Lorenzo about my little hiccup a few nights ago, he’d shrugged while flipping a lamb chop in the skillet and said,

“So we’ll buy the empty space next door and get you the right licenses. Problem solved.”

“But then I’d be responsible for two separate businesses. With two sets of different employees. Two sets of bills. I can’t?—”

“Watch what you say youcan’tdo, Goldy,” he interrupted coolly.

Chastised, I clamped my mouth shut and stared at him basting the meat with a spoon. He did it so effortlessly, juggling our conversation and what he was doing like it was nothing.

“So what you’re telling me is that it would be hard. Not impossible.”

“I guess so.” I shifted from foot to foot, avoiding his eyes.