“I’d love to see you write a sex scene. Mr. Tell Me Everything You Need would respect the hell out of fictional women. I could see you writing some hot stuff based on everything you said to me.”
I groan. “Addie, we’re in public.”
“Oh,” she says, eyeing my suddenly very tight shorts. “Are you having an issue?”
The way she bites her bottom lip kills me. It does not help my shorts situation in the slightest. In fact, it makes it worse.
I close my eyes and think about anything other than her. I think about lifting weights and woodworking in Gran’s backyard. I think about my drab apartment…but then the pieces of Addie in my apartment filter into my memory. The flowers she grew for me, the birthday socks I chose to wear today, the disco ball trinket she gave me for my car.
Her.
“I’m having an issue, yes.” I sigh and move my laptop from my thighs, straighten my legs. There’s a noticeable bulge forming. “It is illicit how good you look and you’re not even trying. You’re just in a T-shirt. How do you make that look majestic?”
She shrugs. “Probably because I wore your favourite bra.”
I take this as permission to unabashedly stare at her chest. I note the pink straps of the bra she switched into after the rain. Sure enough, her nipples are peaked beneath the fabric. My dick throbs.
“Fuck, Addie, what’re you trying to do to me?”
She giggles and grins. She’s a fucking vision. I want to bend her over the railing of the gazebo we’re sitting in and pound the shit out of her. Unfortunately, it’s mid-afternoon, school’s out, and the children of Beaver Creek are frolicking through the park. I can’t risk getting caught, not with my record.
This is the thing that sobers me. And maybe it would if I didn’t have the history I do. Maybe it wouldn’t. I’ll never know. But my shoulders slump and gloomy Zander takes over.
Damn him. I haven’t missed him.
Addie clocks it immediately and scoots over. She closes her laptop and slips it into a tote bag she always has with her, then moves my laptop so she can stretch her legs out next to mine. Her head rests on my shoulder.
“Where’d you go there?” she asks, her tone low and light, a change from our teasing just moments before.
“You don’t want to know,” I say with a sad, breathy laugh.
“I do, though,” she says and grabs hold of my hand. She folds her fingers around mine and I brush my thumb against her palm. “I always do.”
“I was just thinking about how I’d like to do unspeakable things to you in this gazebo and—”
“And that made you sad?”
“Not in the slightest. I just started thinking about how there are things I can’t do. Can’t risk. Like, public sex. Maybe that would be hot and tempting for a lot of people. I know that’s a big fantasy, right?”
“I mean, not necessarilymyfantasy.”
“Necessarily?”
“I dunno. One of my fantasies was a man actually giving me an orgasm and you kind of did that multiple times, so now I need to think of a new fantasy. I should avoid public stuff?”
I chuckle, kiss her crown. “I guess it depends how public. This could get me thrown back in jail, probably with a sex offender charge. The backyard, though, would likely be fine.”
“I do have a backyard at my disposal. What about your apartment balcony?”
“Hmm, risky, but probably doable.”
Addie’s quiet for a moment. She plays with the floral fabric hem she’s added to her jean shorts.
“Is this something you think about often?” she asks, like she isn’t quite sure she should.
“About doing you in public places?”
She lets loose a glorious cackle, then covers her mouth. The sound echoes off the pointed roof of the gazebo.
