Page 52 of Take the Plunge

Jett snorts. “You didn’t just say that.”

“Yes, I did.”

“We can’t pretend it was a figment of my imagination?”

“Nope.” I lift my arm away from my forehead and wave my hand through the air, fingers splayed. “Jett Harris. Grumpy IT man by day, beast between the sheets by night. It’s your superpower.”

Jett rolls his eyes and shakes his head. “Why do I hang out with you again?”

I shrug. “For the sex. Oh, and because I’m an excellent teacher.” My stomach dips, although I manage to keep my words flippant. I’d give him more if he asked, but I’m certain he’s not going to.

It’s been two weeks since the weekend in Scotland, and I’ve seen a lot more of Jett than I was expecting to. He’s always the one to call or text me. Always inviting me over for sexy fun times. That’s how I put it. I can’t imagine Jett saying something so frivolous. I’ve debated calling or texting him several times, but what would I say? I could ask him how his day’s been or say something flirty, but that’s what boyfriends do. Not friends who fuck.

Before Scotland, my last text exchange with him was four years ago, when I needed his help planning Rufus’s twenty-first birthday party. Actually, Mum needed help but convinced me to be the one to text Rufus’s friends. I might have had—still have—a huge crush on him, but we’ve never been friends who text. If I start now, it’s going to look like I want more. I don’t. I’m happy with our no-strings arrangement. I suggested it. I’m totally fine with it.

When he called me this evening, I was on my way to meet friends for a night out. Maybe I shouldn’t have blown them off just because Jett snapped his fingers, but I’m like a bee attracted to nectar. Or cock. His cock. I’ll hang out with them tomorrow. Sunday is pub quiz night. I won’t miss that.

“The sex is good.” He runs his fingertip down my stomach and swirls it around my belly button. “So good.”

“Keep talking like that, and you’ll give me a big head.”

He reaches up and pushes my hair out of my eyes. “I think you know how good you are.”

“Is that a polite way of saying I already have a big head?”

He cups my cheek and sits up long enough to kiss me. “You’re amazing.”

I turn to face him and loop my ankle over his calf. “So are you.” My stomach decides it’s a perfect moment to grumble and growl. It’s probably for the best. I was getting a bit too comfortable and couply. We’re not a couple. “Have you eaten?”

“Only you.”

I roll my eyes. “I meant food. Not cock.”

“No.”

“I’ll go make us something.” I start to get out of bed, then pause and look back at him. “Assuming you don’t mind me rummaging around in your kitchen cupboards.”

“It’s fine. I’ll come and help.”

“No need. I’ve got this.” I lean down and peck his forehead. “Get your energy back.”

He chuckles. “Am I going to need it?”

I waggle my eyebrows. “You want me twice in one night? You must be feeling horny. I’ll call you when dinner’s ready.”

“Aren’t you going to put some clothes on?” Jett asks as I open the door.

“Nah.”

I go to his kitchen and quickly find the things I’ll need to make pasta and tomato sauce. Within minutes, the pasta is bubbling in one pan and the sauce in another. Hands on my hips and a kiss on my neck startle me. I was so engrossed in my task I hadn’t heard Jett come in.

“This is a sexy sight,” he says in a low, husky voice.

“Food?”

“You, cooking naked.”

I tilt my head back so he can kiss the underside of my jaw. I swallow my retort ‘Is it a sight you could get used to?’