As I sit at the breakfast nook, I watch Gia lean against the stove, pushing shrimp in the stainless-steel skillet with a spatula. I’m surprised she’s still standing after I fucked her against the glass shower. As soon as we are finished eating, I’m not going to waste any time getting back inside her.

She turns around with a smile plastered across her face and says, “Netflix uploaded a new series of Dynasty. I think we should check it out.”

“You never heard of that show?” I cock my eyebrow. “It came out in the 1980s.”

She turns back around, facing the stove, pulls the skillet to another burner, and turns the knob off. “I have seen that one, but CW rebooted it and the first season is out.”

“We’re not going to watch the show. I’m going to be too busy fucking you until my dick falls off.” Her pussy is like liquor to me.

She climbs on the lava counter to grab the tortillas from the top shelf. I tilt my head to the side, trying to get a look at her bare pussy, but I can’t because she hops down from the counter too quickly.

Fuck me. My dick is hard again. I might have to run to Costco and grab a few forty-packs of condoms.

“No, Wolf. You’re going to keep your manly parts to yourself. I’ve been waiting for this show to come out since last year.”

“Use me as a chair and sit on my face while you watch the show.”

“You’re such a horndog.” She rolls her eyes. “I need to talk to you about something,” she says, grabbing a round, blue plate from the black cabinet right next to the fridge, placing one in front of me. “I need to find another place to live if we’re going to keep doing whatever we’re doing.”

“I prefer the term ‘dating,’” I interject.

She smiles at my words and opens the bag, placing a tortilla on my plate. “I need to find a new roomie as well.” She grabs a spatula and dumps shrimp onto the plate along with sour cream, salsa, and lettuce.

“Why? I like having access to you twenty-four seven.” I grimace.

“Well, I don’t want to get attached to you. I’m afraid that if we spend too much time together, it will happen.” She sits on the barstool next to me.

I’m already attached to her. We’ve been living together for two months and I can’t picture living without her. Not because of the sex, but because I want to get closer to her. She’s the yin to my yang. We click. My emotions are all over the place with Gia. Yep, I’m officially pussy-whipped, that explains why I’m having crazy thoughts.

“No.”