Vinny groans. “You feel hollow without me buried inside of you, Liv?”
I hesitate, feeling my face flush. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“Are you crazy? I can’t. I’m at work.”
“I’ll pick you up at twelve for lunch.”
“Vinny,” I warn.
“See you in a bit, Liv.” He hangs up before I can respond again.
Looking up, I find Summer still staring at me. If eyes could shoot daggers, I’d look like Swiss cheese about now. “Sorry,” I shrug my shoulders and offer, my voice as thick and sweet as maple syrup, matched perfectly with my over the top fake smile. It’s clear that neither is sincere.
I struggle through the next few hours, my eyes constantly checking my phone for the time. By the time twelve rolls around, I’m anxious and equally excited. After our weekend together, being apart for a few days feels like a lifetime. But my work schedule took me out of town for two days and then Vinny was busy doing promotional stuff for his upcoming fight.
The minute I push through the revolving glass door, I catch sight of him. He’s leaning casually against a half concrete wall to the right, his legs casually crossed at the ankle. He stands as I make my way to him, but makes no attempt to come to me. Instead, he watches my every move with a devilish grin on his face.
As I stand before him, neither of us says a word. Vinny hooks one arm gruffly around my waist and pulls my body to him as his head lowers and he takes my mouth in a kiss. It’s so powerful, I literally lose track of where I am for a minute as we both come up breathless.
“Hey.” He leans his forehead against mine.
“Hi.”
His eyes dart over my shoulder and then quickly return. “I think we have an audience.”
Turning around, I find Summer gaping. She’s stopped in her tracks, her mouth actually hanging open. Embarrassed, I turn back to Vinny to hide my face. God forbid he follow my lead and try for low key.
“Hey, Summer.” The hand not around my waist raises in a casual wave and I want to kill him for making it worse.
“Ummmm…hi.” She scurries off, completely frazzled.
We spend the next hour catching up. Vinny tells me about his promotional photo shoot and pokes fun at the photographer, a man who made no secret of his crush on Vinny and spent four hours calling him “Mr. Sweet Muscles.”
I’m ten minutes late by the time he walks me back to my office, so there’s no time for games when Vinny locks me in his grip and demand I tell him what I was thinking about earlier.
“Do you really need your ego stroked that much?” I tease.
“If you’re not stroking something else, I do.”
Rolling my eyes, I try for serious. “I’m late coming back from lunch.”
“Then you should hurry.”
“But you’re holding me.”
“You know what you need to do to get released.”
“You’re such an arrogant ass.” Playfully I smack at his chest and try to pull out of his grip.
“You knew that seven years ago.”
Smiling, I can’t help but laugh. He’s so right. He’s always been confident, the pendulum leaning towards the side of arrogant on the full of himself scale. “Seriously, I need to get back.”
“Say it.”
Lord, this man is not going to give in. “Really?”
A huge grin on his face, he nods his head. “Really.”
Rolling my eyes, I give in. “I was still a little sore this morning from, you know, from our weekend. And I was thinking about something you said.”
“Go on,” he says, his smile wide and eyes sparkling.
“Fine. You told me you were going to bury yourself so deep inside of me that I’d feel hollow when you weren’t inside of me.”
“And do you?” Vinny beams, clearly delighted at being quoted.
“What?”
“Feel hollow?” he says, a cheeky dimpled grin on his face. He clearly already knows the answer.
“Yes, Vinny. I feel hollow without you inside of me. There. I said it. Do you feel better now?”
“I’d feel better buried inside of you.”
“You’re impossible. You know that?”
“Whatever, hollow woman.”
“Mr. Sweet Muscles.”
“I kinda like it coming from you.”
Laughing, he almost makes me forget how late I am. Almost. “Seriously, I’m so late. I have to go.”
He kisses me chastely on the lips, not yet releasing me. His voice low and sexy, “I got tested a week ago during my pre-fight physical. I’m clean.” Leaning his forehead against mine, he offers and waits, searching my eyes cautiously for a response.
Barely able to swallow, my mouth dries up as I try to form the words to respond. “I’m on the pill. No partners since my last physical.”