“What is it for?”
“Nothing.” I shoved it under the counter. Parker came around the table in three long strides. I blocked the shelf. “It is absolutely nothing.”
“Let me see!” He picked me up around the waist, setting me aside.
I squawked as he picked up the jar. “It’s not jam. It’s lube,” I whispered.
“I didn’t catch that.” He dipped his head.
“It’s lube,” I hissed in his ear, trying to ignore the clean masculine scent. I wanted to bury my face in his neck then take him to my castle and have my way with him. Except that was the problem—many of my favorite romance novels were of the “fade to black” variety. Once you actually managed to catch a man, what exactly were you supposed to do with him?
“Does that go with the dildos?” he whispered back.
My face went red.
A smile played around on Parker’s mouth. “You know you need to be careful with the type of lube you use with those dildos,” he continued.
“We are not having this conversation,” I said, face burning.
“It’s simple science. If you mix a silicon-based lubricant with a silicon-based sex toy, it will degrade and disintegrate inside of you. You’ll have to go to the emergency room to have it pulled out.”
“Fortunately, this lube is all organic and has coconut oil and pumpkin,” I said, snatching the jar and shoving it back under the table. “It’s just as wholesome as my biscuits.”
Parker leveled his gaze at me. “I think I’ll enjoy your biscuits very much, and your cherry—pie.”
21
Parker
Was I seriously flirting with Sadie? I barely recognized my own actions. I swiped the credit card, and we waited for the tablet to confirm the transition. My eyes flicked to Sadie. She was wearing a fifties dress with layers of petticoats and a frilly apron. Her hair was up in a messy updo. All I wanted to do was slowly unwrap her from that costume.
She had said she was a virgin, but how much of a virgin? Had she ever been kissed? Had a man gone down on her, slid his hands up her skirt along the soft, creamy thighs?
“You should try her cherry!” two girls cackled over her shoulder.
“She already gave it to me.”
“You did?” they clutched each other.
“Pie, that is,” I said with a smirk.
Sadie rolled her eyes. “Your receipt has been emailed to you.”
“Thanks,” I said with a grin. “I’ll enjoy your cherry.”
“I’m not a cherry,” she said, the wide-eyed innocence a sharp contrast to her next words. “I’m a Georgia peach—big, sweet, juicy, and messy when you eat it.”
I sucked in a breath. Her friends were struggling not to laugh at my reaction.
“Can we have some food?” My brothers were back from taking out the trash, and I herded them away.
“He’s still mad at us,” Billy said dejectedly.
“I’m not that mad,” I said. “But what you did was really inappropriate.”
“We know.”
I glared at them, then softened.
