She melts into it, getting comfortable. “Oh my God. I’m never leaving this bed.”
“Please don’t.”
“Really, though, how rich are you?”
My head falls back with a laugh. “Pretty f*****g rich.”
“Your penthouse is so fancy. I feel out of place.”
Climbing right on top of her, Stevie’s legs spread around me. I lay my giant body on her, our chests flush as I kiss her slow and deep, holding her and stroking my thumb against her cheekbone.
“You’re f*****g beautiful, and you’re in the exact right place. My fancy penthouse looks a hundred times better with you in it.”
“Even with my dirty Nikes and baggy jeans that you hate?”
“Especially with those.” I nudge her nose with mine. “And I don’t hate them. I just like giving you s**t. But seeing you all dressed up at the gala, I realized how much
