Page 37 of The Marshal


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I slide my glass an inch away and meet her eyes.“I want another chance.I haven’t stopped thinking about you.I realize I messed up and—”

“Jake.”

“I know Cole and I need to talk, but leave that to me.I’m a big boy.Which you already know.”I smirk, letting my dimples do their important work.

Don’t let me down, guys.

When she blushes again, I know I’m close.

“You’re impossible.”

“Tenacious.”I lean onto my elbows, closer.“Madly attracted to you.”

Her blush deepens.

Christ, if she doesn’t stop, my cock is going to turn rock solid under the table, and I’ll have to drag her into the bathroom and find out how far down that blush goes.

I know what she tastes like.

I know how wet her pussy gets.

I know how deep my cock fits.

I watch her nipples harden, and my voice is husky when I rasp, “And I want to fuck you again very soon.”

Caylee shudders and licks her lips.

I curse, glancing around the room looking for the server and our bill.Right now.

When our eyes connect again, I see her dilated pupils.This is what we do.Our chemistry is off the charts, and there is no point ignoring it.

“Say yes, Caylee.”

She chews her bottom lip, making my dick twice as hard.“Yes.”

“Good girl,” I growl, standing, and reach out my hand.I slam some cash down on the table and drag her sexy ass out of the restaurant.

When we hit the pavement, I spin her around and against my chest, clasp both hands on her face and smash my mouth down on hers.

Caylee moans.

The world just righted itself.

My world, at least.