Page 42 of Lassoed Love


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Walker: Anytime, sweetheart. I had a damn good time.

Birdie: Me too.

I try another taste of my latte, still disappointed that it doesn’t measure up to Walker’s.

Birdie: Random question.

Walker: I’m listening.

Birdie: Did you put anything special in the oat milk latte you made me the other day?

Walker: No. Just espresso, steamed oat milk, foam, and a sprinkle of cinnamon.

Birdie: Well, in that case, I think my coffee machine is broken.

Walker: What makes you think that?

Birdie: Nothing I make tastes as good as yours.

Walker: That won’t do. How can I help?

I should probably keep this conversation friendly, but after surviving our first kiss without a major catastrophe, I feel brave enough to try a little flirting. There’s no harm in practicing, right?

Birdie: I think you owe me a new one, or you’ll have to be my personal barista from now on.

Walker: Wait, am I being falsely accused and sentenced to unpaid coffee service? Do I need a lawyer? *wink face emoji

Birdie: Depends. Do I get damages plus interest?

Walker: If repayment means kissing you again, I’m definitely pleading guilty.

Walker: You tasted so damn sweet, I may never recover.

My fingers drift to my lips as I recall the way his mouth moved against mine, his hands molded to my waist, his erection pressed against my thigh.

Birdie: Careful, Deputy. You’re making a very strong case for a repeat offense.

Birdie: Although I was hoping our next lesson might include some… advanced material.

I squeeze one eye shut as I hit send. Crossing off sharing a steamy kiss with a gorgeous man from my list of things I’ve secretly fantasized about was amazing, but it also left me wanting more. And for once, I’m feeling bold enough to ask for it.

Walker: That can be arranged.

Birdie: What did you have in mind?

Walker: Do you have any toys?

Birdie: Sex toys?

Walker: Yes.

Birdie: I have a vibrator.

Walker: Perfect. The next time you’re in bed, I want you to use it.

Birdie: Are we talking about a live demonstration… over the phone?

The handful of times I’ve tried using a vibrator, I haven’t been able to get off, which is the main reason I haven’t touched the one the girls gave me.