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DAVINA

After brunch, Deke walked with me to the valet booth to collect our keys. The valet could’ve gotten our cars for us, but Deke wanted to walk me to mine.

“Just want more time with you before I head back home,” he said when I asked why he didn’t let the valet do their job. I had to admit that was cute. I felt a flutter in my lower belly when he started walking beside me.

Now we were walking through the private parking deck the valet had directed us to. The concrete deck was reserved only for people like Deke: famous or rich as hell in some fashion.

I spotted my car at the end of the lot, and along the way, Deke pointed to his right and said, “That’s me.”

“A Ferrari,” I noted, studying the gleaming black vehicle. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Wanna know something?” he asked with a lopsided grin.

“What?”

“When I visit my sisters, I rent the cheapest economy car so no one notices me. One time, I had to drive a Prius.”

I busted out laughing. “You did not!”

“No lie!” He laughed. “It was all they had. Now imagine this six-three dude stuffing himself into a Prius. Crazy, right?”

“I can’t imagine that at all,” I laughed.

“The shit we do for family.”

“It’s sweet that you’re so close to your siblings, though.” I gently bumped his side with my shoulder. “Sounds like you’d do anything for them.”

“Oh yeah. I hit the jackpot with them. Whitney loved you when she met you, and I’m sure Camille will too.” His smile slipped just a bit, and his face warped like something was bothering him. I started to ask what was wrong (though I had an idea that it might’ve been about Damon), but he looked at me again and flashed that million-dollar smile. “Shouldn’t talk about meeting family with you so soon, huh?”

I shrugged. “If I happen to meet Camille in passing, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Besides, you’ve met my sister.”

“I have. Javier won’t stop talking about how rude she is, by the way.” He scratched the skin above his eyebrow. “I think he likes her.”

“No!” I gasped. “Wait, are you serious?”

“I don’t know!” He threw his hands into the air. “I’m just saying. I haven’t heard him talk nonstop about a woman since his wife passed away. Even though he’s talking about your sister with implied annoyance, it’s still talking . I don’t know. Guess your sister calling him a helicopter asshole really got to him.”

“Oh, well, now I have to tell Octavia this.”

“You better not!” Deke shouted, reeling me in with an arm around the shoulders. “I could be way off. I don’t know what really goes on inside that dude’s head.”

“So I shouldn’t say anything?” I asked, trying hard not to think about how warm his body was next to mine, the safe feeling I got with just his arm over my shoulders.

“Nah. That’s my boy. I don’t want his business getting out unless he wants it out.”

“Okay.” My head bobbed. “I respect that. I’ll keep it quiet for now.” But for how long? Because seriously, Octavia was my sister and my best friend. I told her pretty much everything.

The last thing I wanted was for Javier to feel some type of way because his best friend assumed he liked my sister, though. For all we knew, Javier really was annoyed by what Octavia said and was taking it to heart. That, or he was supersensitive.

“This is me,” I said, gesturing to the white BMW a couple of steps away. I lowered the strap of my purse from my shoulder to dig my car key out and moved to the driver’s door. “Thank you for brunch, Deke. This place was beautiful.”

“Glad you liked it.” He scanned my face, moving in closer. “When do I get to see you again?”

My back pressed against the cool metal of the vehicle. “That depends.”

“On what?”

“Our schedules. But you’re the big shot. You sure you’ll have time to squeeze me in?” I teased.

“Oh, I’ll make the time,” he insisted with a crooked smile. “But I do have some commercial shoots here and there—oh, and a feature in this sitcom.”

“A sitcom? Now that’s interesting.”

“Yeah, I’m the guy the main dude bumps into and he’s all ‘Holy shit, you’re Deke Bishop!’” Deke waved a hand. “Super-small role. I’m technically not supposed to talk about it yet.” He pretended to zip his lips.

I giggled. “You’ll be pretty busy then.”

“Other than that and some intense training coming up, it shouldn’t be too bad. Season starts in a couple months. My coach and trainer are cracking down on me, but you’re only a few hours away.” He paused, studying my face. “You should come to one of my games.”

I peered up at him from beneath my lashes. “Maybe one day.”

He paused. “Don’t look at me like that, D.”

“Like what?”

“Like you want me to fuck you against this car.”

My teeth sank into my bottom lip as he pressed a hand to the side of the car and caged me in from one side.

“Take a trip with me soon.”

That caught me off guard, and I half laughed, half blurted the word “What?”

“A trip. Just you and me. Let’s take one before my training camp starts.”

I swallowed. “That sounds ... intimate.”

“I know.” The corner of his lip quirked up. “That’s the point.”

“But we haven’t even done the fuck-buddy part yet.”

“By the time we take that trip, we’ll have fucked plenty of times, D.” He dropped his forehead, and the tip of his nose grazed mine. “The trip is just to sweeten the deal, proof that this isn’t a one-and-done thing.”

“Hmm.” I lowered my eyes to the chains dangling from his neck, twinkling in the light. “Can I think about it?”

He gripped my chin in his fingers and raised it to place a slow, gentle kiss on my lips. I wasn’t expecting it and shouldn’t have been so surprised when that clench between my thighs transitioned to a hungry throb.

“Sure, you can.” He kissed me again slowly, sweetly, and heat blossomed in my lower belly just as an unexpected moan filled my throat. “But don’t think too long.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll miss out,” he murmured, skimming the hand that wasn’t on the car down my waist.

“On what?” I tempted him. I shouldn’t have tempted him. I of all people knew better, especially after last time.

“All the things I wanna do to you,” he answered.

He lowered his head so his mouth was near the bend of my neck. His palm skated down to my thigh, then traveled beneath the hem of my dress. In a delicate manner, his fingers tiptoed their way up to trace the fabric of my panties.

He leaned back just a bit to connect those heated brown eyes with mine, and his fingers traced my panties as I fought another moan.

“What exactly do you want to do to me?” I breathed, responding to his statement.

“Better if I show you.” His mouth twitched, and he lifted his large hand higher, hiking my dress up and digging into my panties to cup my pussy. I moaned. “Mmm. Looks like somebody did a little upkeep,” he said with a crooked grin.

A breath got stuck in my chest as he slowly spread the lips of my pussy apart and slipped a finger inside me. That same finger slid up to apply pressure to the most sensitive part of my body, and I released a sharp gasp, clutching his stiff arm. He worked those fingers up and down repeatedly before plunging two of them inside me.

“So wet, D,” he rasped on my mouth.

He repeated the movements, making me wetter as his mouth hovered over mine, taunting me. I tried leaning in to kiss him, but he leaned back just enough so I couldn’t reach.

“Deke,” I breathed, mildly frustrated but more turned on, because he was still working magic with his hand.

“You wanna kiss me?” His voice made me tremble in the best way.

I nodded, and my knees went weak as he circled the pad of one of his fingers around that sweet, tender button of mine craving all the attention.

“Agree to take a trip with me then,” he purred on my mouth.

I moaned louder as he kept massaging my clit. It was crazy, this moment. We were in a parking deck, and anyone could’ve driven by and seen us, but I didn’t give a damn. All I cared about was coming around Deke’s long, gifted fingers.

“Do you agree, Davina?”

I attempted another kiss, but again, he dipped his head back and chuckled deeply this time.

“Okay,” I panted as he pumped his fingers faster, thrusting in and out of me, then sliding them back up to graze my clit. “Okay, I’ll go on a trip with you.”

“No bullshit?”

“No bullshit,” I moaned.

“Okay, baby.” He pressed his forehead to mine, and I felt the hardness of his dick press on my thigh as he moved in closer. “I’ll make you come now.” His nose skimmed my cheek, and his mouth ghosted my jawline.

When his face was front and center again and his lips came crashing down on mine, I fucking melted . That kiss was all I needed to finish.

“Oh, Deke!” I cried as he pressed harder, rubbed faster. A hiss slipped through his teeth, and a guttural groan lingered in his throat. The hardness of his dick rubbed against me as I came so hard I couldn’t think straight. I moaned into his mouth as he finished me off with gentle loops of his finger.

He kissed me firmly as he dragged his hand out of my panties, then straightened the bottom of my dress.

He cleared his throat. “You look good when you come, D.”

He said it like he was telling me he liked ice cream or something.

I huffed a laugh, standing up straight and looking around as he did. I was so glad this was a private parking area. After double-checking that my dress was straightened, I cleared my throat, too, and met his eyes.

“I’m going home to do my laundry now, Bishop,” I told him, removing my purse from my shoulder to take my keys out. I had to really concentrate to do it. All my limbs felt like liquid. “And I promise you, this isn’t me running away.”

His smile was smug. “Good to know. And even if you are, I’ve got your number.” He winked.

I unlocked my car and climbed inside, and he bent down to get eye level with me. “I’m gonna hold you to that trip.”

I bit back a smile. “I know you are.”

He stroked my chin with his thumb and forefinger, sending another wave of pleasure through me. I could smell myself on his fingers. I wanted to pounce on him like a jaguar, but the first time couldn’t happen here. Not in a parking deck.

With one last kiss, he pulled away and said, “Text me when you want more brunch.” Then he winked before standing tall again, closing my door, and walking away.

I took a second to snap out of my lustful haze, then started the car and put it in reverse. Deke was close to his lit-up Ferrari as I drove toward the exit, and when he heard my car coming, he peered over his shoulder with a smug smile.

All the blood crept up from my neck to my face as I drove past and threw a quick wave at him, but before I could fully get away, he yelled, “You’re blushing, D!”