Though she was joking, a spike of jealousy speared through me, and I caught myself frowning as I slid out of her body. “Nope. Not gonna happen. For my eyes only.” Blaire gathered her clothes and hustled upstairs as I threw the stupid condom away and washed my hands in the kitchen. The delivery guy arrived just as I pulled my pants back on, and I paid and tipped him before carrying the bags to the coffee table.

Blaire came back downstairs dressed but looking freshly fucked. I smiled. I liked her looking like that. Her face and neck flushed. Her hair mussed, lipstick gone, lips red and swollen. I pulled her to me. If it were up to me, she would always be in a constant state of thoroughly fucked.

“Hello, gorgeous. I missed you.”

She rolled her eyes at me. “I’ve only been gone for four minutes.”

“Mmmhmm,” I said, kissing her lips. “That’s three minutes too long.” I held her head in my hands and kissed her slow and deep. “There. I feel better now,” I said releasing her. “Do you want to eat in here or the dining room?”

“Here is fine,” she said, going into the kitchen to grab some plates before settling onto the floor in front of the coffee table. She was just making herself right at home, and I loved the hell out of that. “How much dang food did you order?” she asked, frowning at all the containers as I unpacked them before sitting on the floor beside her.

“I got all your favorites,” I said, sliding bowls and boxes of food in front of her. “Hot and sour soup. Spring rolls. Kung pao shrimp. Fried rice.”

She piled a healthy portion of food onto her plate. “You’re going to have to roll my ass out of here.”

“As long as you can get up the stairs and into my bedroom later,” I said with a roguish wink.

“You’re a sex maniac, Ax,” she said, dumping some soy sauce on her spring roll and taking a hearty bite.

I laughed. “You’re not wrong.” Bumping her with my shoulder, I teased, “You know you like my… appetite.”

“I do like it,” she said, leaning over and gracing me with a greasy kiss on the lips. She looked thoughtful as she popped a spicy shrimp into her mouth with the chopsticks. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, babe. Anything,” I said, stealing a shrimp from her plate.

“Why were your condoms in your suitcase instead of beside your bed?” She didn’t look at me, instead concentrating studiously on her plate.

Oh. Well, damn. This was uncomfortable. Not wanting to start our new relationship out on a lie, I decided to go with total honesty. “I don’t fuck here, Blaire. In my apartment.”

She frowned a little. “But we just… and Sunday night…”