She deflects. ‘Jesus, I’ll have to rein myself in or you’ll end up in GQ posing with nothing but a fig.’
I grunt and cut her a glare. ‘You done?’
She just grins wider. God, I love that smile.
Charlie’s still scrolling through my feed with this glint in her eyes, and I’m half-tempted to snatch the phone away before she gets any more ideas.
Then she suddenly freezes and her eyes widen as if she’s been struck by lightning. ‘Shit. Brodie. I completely forgot to tell you.’
I wipe the mist from my hands. ‘Forgot to tell me what? That you signed me up for a prostate cancer campaign?’
She flaps a hand in my direction and rolls her eyes, but there’s something serious there too. ‘The sponsorship. I landed it. The biggest deal for Elite Edge yet. And it’s all yours, Brodie.’
It takes a moment to sink in. ‘What?’
‘Yeah. You. A two-year contract with MacKenzie Sporting. Low Six-figure sum. I got the call last night right before I showed up and you…distracted me with your entire existence.’
My brain catches up with what she’s saying, and a slow grin spreads across my face. ‘You’re taking the piss.’
She shakes her head. ‘Nope. It’s done. You’ve got it.’
I know how much this means to her. How proud she is. And so am I. She’s not just mine. She’s unstoppable.
‘You’re a miracle worker. Always knew you could do it.’
Her features soften, and it seems as though she’s trying not to show it meant something. But it did. I can tell.
I turn back to the plants, but I sense her sneaking up behind me. She hooks her chin over my shoulder, slides her hands around my waist, and slips her fingers under my shirt, tracing the line where the hair below my navel starts to thicken.
‘Should I call you Plant Daddy from now on?’ She purrs, low and teasing. ‘Do you want tomistme?’
‘Don’t push your luck, Champ.’
She stretches up on her toes and seals her mouth to my neck, grazing her teeth along my skin.
I turn and tilt her chin up, closing my lips over hers, kissing her slowly and deeply. I spent weeks fisting my cock to the thought of her. God knows I’ve earned the right to take my time. Her round arse fills my palm – fucking made for my hands. Soft, warm, so goddamn perfect. I give her a smack and she gasps into me.
I’m done pretending I’m not starving for her every second of the day.
So, I nudge her back, guiding her to the bed.
She sinks onto the edge, staring up at me like she’s daring me to make good on every filthy promise I whispered in her ear last night.
‘Youhad beans on toast,’ I murmur, sliding my hands to the backs of her knees and easing her open, ‘butI’vestill got an appetite.’
Her breath hitches. ‘What? Brodie…’
‘Don’t be coy, Champ. You know what’s coming.’
‘Me?’ She grins, wicked.
‘Damn right you are.’
I drop to my knees, palms skating up the backs of her thighs. Her scent hits me – sweet, tangy, fucked-out – and my mouth waters. She’s parted and swollen, lips flushed dark where I took her hard. Like her body hasn’t stopped missing me since I pulled out. Knocks the breath clean out of me.
Time to show that brave little pussy some love.
‘Don’t bother being quiet.’ I glance up, voice gone gravel. ‘Let me hear every fucking sound. The plants don’t mind your screams.’
