Quade headed inside, glancing at Jazz on the way past. As he approached the couch, she flipped the screen from Facebook to her email account. Ha, sprung!
His guess was she was chatting to Rihanna online.
He shot her a grin to let her know he was onto her.
“I’m off to take a shower. You’re welcome to join me if you want?”
She looked up a little sheepishly.
“Umm, you go ahead. I’m just going to finish up these emails.”
“Say hi to Brayden and Rihanna for me!” he threw over his shoulder as he retreated down the hall.
Next second, a flip-flop whistled close to his ear. He ducked and chuckled to himself.
His girl liked to play and that suited him just fine.
“Guess we need to work on your aim,” he called back to her, over his shoulder.
“That was a warning shot.”
He paused at the door to the bedroom. “Good thing you’re so accurate then. It’s not like I’m a small target.”
“I’m surprised I didn’t wing your ego in the process. It’s even bigger than you are.”
“Yeah, huge, just like my dick that you seemed to enjoy so much. Getting into the shower now.”
What he wouldn’t give to see the look on her face. Now the question was how long would she wait before she couldn’t stand it any longer and come and join him. She was so hot for him right now. She wasn’t on her own.