Abby smiled as Angie kept up a steady stream of conversation while they walked across the tarmac toward the village and the rest of the group. It looked like almost everyone else had decided to play as well.
“Is my mom here?” Abby asked.
Olivia shook her head. “She said she was going to watch.”
“Who’s it?” Paige asked.
“I’ll be it,” Graham said.
“No,” Paige said. “You’ll take it too seriously.”
“How can you take hide-and-seek too seriously?” Graham demanded.
“I agree with Paige on this one, Boss,” Harrison said. “You’re too competitive.”
“I’ll be it,” Jeremy said. “I’ll go behind the tower and count to two hundred.”
As soon as he rounded the corner, he shouted, “Go” and started counting.
Angie grabbed Will’s hand and exchanged a look with Tinker. “Come on, Will. I know the best hiding spot. They’ll never find us,” she said.
“What was that?” Abby asked.
Tinker raised his eyebrows. “What was what?”
“The look Angie gave you.”
“What look?”
His picture of innocence wasn’t fooling her. “The ‘hubba hubba’ look.”
He grinned. “Hubba hubba?”
Abby frowned. She hadn’t imagined the look. “You know what I mean.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.” He grabbed her hand. “Come on. He’s at fifty.”
She jogged along behind as Tinker power walked to one of the buildings. He entered the open doorway and glanced left and right before leading her further into the makeshift building. It was laid out like a small house with room names spray painted on the plywood walls. They passed through the living room, kitchen, and dining room before reaching a bedroom. He pulled her to the side of the door and pressed her against the wall.
He ran his mouth up the side of her neck and nipped her earlobe. “I’ve been dying to do this all day.”
She grabbed his upper arms and tilted her head. “Someone is literally trying to find us.”
“We have a few minutes, so we should make the most of them.”
He took her mouth, hot, wet, and hard. He buried his hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, and he tilted her head. Abby gave herself over to the sensation of his mouth and hands, wrapping her arms around his neck. Lifting onto her toes so she could align their bodies better.
Tinker moved back to her neck. “I want to touch you, Abby. Please let me touch you.”
His voice was deep and growly and full of need, vibrating against her skin. How could she turn down a request like that? “Yes,” she panted.
He spun her and put her hands on the wall. One hand went under her shirt and cupped her breast, pinching and rolling her nipple through the thin material of her bra. His other hand popped the button on her jeans and pulled down the zipper before sliding in and unerringly finding her clit.
Abby whimpered when his finger slid through her slick folds. How? How was it like this every time? How did she forget all her inhibitions once his hands were on her? His friends and coworkers, her kids, were only a few thin sheets of plywood away, but every nerve ending in her body was consumed by the feel of his hands. His calluses dragging roughly across her skin sent sharp sparks of desire coursing through her.
Her orgasm was already building—had started the minute he’d asked to touch her. He dragged his finger through her slick juices and around her sensitive nub. She shifted her weight to one arm and grasped his hard thigh to pull him closer while pushing back against him, the thick, full length of him rubbing against her ass.
“God. Christian.”
