One of themanythings I love about this woman.
I capture her mouth in a lingering kiss. It’s so damn perfect that I want to say fuck work and bury myself in her all day. Spend every second I can with her.
It’s all I want.
I never thought I would get this again. Because being with this incredible woman, sitting on my lap, is everything I’ve always wanted but never thought I’d get.
“Think you might be able to sneak away for a few minutes later tonight?” Joey whispers against my lips.
“You know we can’t actually do things if you’re working, right?” I ask her with a laugh.
“I mean, you could just come and keep me company. Reenie’s going to be leaving around nine.”
“So you want my company?”
“We don’t always have to be having sex.”
“Yeah, but the sex is pretty fucking fantastic.” I press a kiss to the side of her neck. She's mostly dressed to go to the lodge, but her bare feet are stretched out into the other chair, and she’s wearing my T-shirt. She looks so at ease that it makes me wish we started this thing a hell of a lot sooner than we did.
“The sex is pretty great,” she says, brushing her fingers over my face, “but at the same time, I just like being with you.”
I squeeze her knee. “I really like being with you, Joey. In fact?—”
“Hey, Sam. You here?”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Whatever I’m going to say is lost as Greg rounds the corner to my patio.
“Oh, shit.”
Joey scrambles off my lap and bangs her knee on the table. She’s hopping on one foot asher dadcomes to a sudden stop.
“What’s going on here?” His voice is deathly calm, eyes moving back and forth between the two of us.
Based on the fact that I’m shirtless and in jeans, and Joey is wearing my shirt, it’s pretty obvious, but neither of us make a move to point that out.
“What are you doing here?” Joey asks, trying to instill a level of calm that I know she isn’t feeling. Tension is radiating off her in waves.
“Well, I hadn’t heard from you, Sam, so I came by before the party to see if you were coming to the poker game this weekend.”
Joey points to me before addressing her dad. “I had to stop by and drop off the guest list for the trail rides this afternoon.”
“I wasn’t born yesterday, Josephine,” he snaps. “What the hell is going on here? Because whatever the two of you were doing, it’s not dropping off any sort of list.”
I have no idea how much he saw, but based on his red face and the way Joey goes ghostly pale, he definitely saw something.
“Look, I can explain.”
“You can explain why you’re having a relationship with my daughter?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then how do you explain this?” He wags a finger back and forth between the two of us.
“We didn’t mean for it to happen,” I say.
