“Oh, Bo,” I moaned. Just feeling him positioned behind me was enough to send me over the edge. It really had been too long since I had been with someone that could make me feel that way.
“Are you still on the pill?” He let his dick press softly at my opening.
“Yes.” That’s all it took for him to thrust into me forcefully, making me cry out from the most enjoyable pain I had felt in years.
“What the fuck is this?” A woman’s strongly accented voice broke into my pleasure-induced haze.
I felt Bo pull away from me and immediately throw a blanket around my body.
“I should be asking you what the hell you’re doing here, Zara.” Bo’s drawl was thicker than normal, gravely and strong, his words dripping with disdain.
I was frozen in place, gripping the cream colored throw for dear life.
“I came back, baby.” She took a few steps closer to him and I could see she was still wearing the ring he’d given her.
I felt like I was going to vomit. Bo backed away from her, pulling his boxers back up.
“Zara, you need to get the fuck out of here. We’re done. And leave that, too.” He pointed to her hand, and then turned his back to her to make his way over to me.
“Are you ok?” he asked, putting his hand on my shoulder. My wide eyes were still locked on the gorgeous model as she took her ring off, put it on the counter, and started to march her way over to Bo with determination.
“Bo! You piece of shit!” she yelled, tears starting to stream down her face.
He turned to her. “I told you to—”
SLAP!
It rang out through the apartment and I looked down at my hand. I couldn’t believe I had just slapped a fucking supermodel to defend my ex-boyfriend, the star rookie quarterback.
This all escalated far too quickly.
“You damn slut! Do you know who I am?”
“A dumb bitch?” I crossed my arms over my chest, praying that the blanket would stay in place.
Zara stared at Bo to get him to defend her, but he just shook his head. “Weren’t you leaving?”
He walked over to the front door and held it open for her as she huffed out. “Fuck you.”
“Good luck with your sugar daddy.”
He slammed the door behind her and made his way back over to me. “That was one of the sexiest, most badass things I have ever seen you do, babe.”
“I don’t know what came over me.” I started to put my clothes back on.
“Well, I think I need to call a locksmith.” Bo chuckled, trying to make light of the situation while I fumbled with my high heels. I felt like an idiot, about to do a walk of shame out of a pro-football player’s apartment wearing a shirt that was drowning me, Soffes that barely covered my ass, and bright turquoise pumps.
“I need to get you home now don’t I?” Bo zipped up his pants with pouting lips playfully smirking at me.
I nodded. “I think this is all the excitement I can handle for one day.”
With a sigh he grabbed his shirt. “Fine, but have dinner with me tomorrow night.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”
He kissed my cheek. “Come on, Peyton. You owe me. I did save your life.”
I handed him his keys from the counter. “Fine. But it’s not a date.”