Determining Possession (Connecticut Kings, #3)

by Christina C. Jones

On what planet do you trade a perfectly cooked ribeye for a Big Mac?” “Women aren’t food, so… you lost me.” “Aiight Mr. Elevated Thinking,” Clayton laughed. “I forgot to put my realtor voice on, my bad. Gotta talk to you like I talk to these white folks – why on earth would that young man ruin what he had with a beautiful, successful woman like Wil in the pursuit of a shallow affair? Perish the thought.”

“We have other things to do.” I giggled as he put me down beside the truck and opened the door for me. “Like what?” “Well, I need to call Chloe, my aunt, and Clayton.” My eyebrow went up. “Okay… what does that have to do with me?” “Nothing,” he grinned. “But after that… I’m giving you enough dick to pay for my half of this trip to Bali.”

“I don’t want to do this by myself. I need you… please? I’ll make it worth your time,” she purred, then flicked her tongue along the edge of my ear. “Packed my banana stickers…” Shaking my head, I backed away from her. “I need a refund.” She frowned. “On what?” “On you,” I told her. “Item not as described. You’re supposed to be sweet. Warm and fuzzy. Not a damn… seductress, with your banana stickers, talking me into risking my life.”

you know you tried it!” “Tried the absolute fuck out of it. And for what reason?” “Pettiness. You know everybody thinks that shit is cute these days.” “Until somebody delivers hands via NextDayAir.”

“Not going to lie – I’ve been remembering how adorable Alexis was as a baby, when Chloe would put all those big ass flower headbands and stuff on her, and sweating a little bit.” I stopped, and turned to look at him. “Sweating? For what?” “Thinking about how ugly our fight was going to be when I came home with a bin full of hairbows if this baby is a girl. You were gonna let my baby be fashionable, goddamnit.”