Andrew looked at her, a question in his eyes.
Smiling, she told the waitress, “No, thank you.”
The woman set the bill next to Andrew and ventured to another table. “You’re turning down dessert?” he asked her.
“Yes.” She smirked as an idea started to take shape in her head. “I’m thinking of a different kind of treat.”
Andrew lifted a brow. “What do you have in mind?” “Something hot. Something sweet.” She moistened her lips, watching as his gaze followed the motion. “Something private.”
Andrew’s gaze darkened. He pulled his wallet out, removed two large bills, and waved the waitress over. Once he settled the bill, he stood and pulled Paige to her feet. “Sounds like my kind of dessert. Let’s get out of here.”
“You read my mind.” She placed a quick kiss on his lips. “We just have to stop by the market.”
He froze. Frowning, he asked, “Why do we need to go to the market?”
“To pick up dessert, silly.”
Paige knew what Andrew had been thinking and she’d done it purposely—to get back at him for teasing her about car sex. Of course, she planned to give him what he wanted, but she needed her sweet treat first. As they approached their rental car, she tried her best not to laugh at the sour expression on his face. But a soft chuckle burst free.
“What’s funny?” he asked.
“Nothing,” she lied.
It didn’t take long to get to the market. As she walked the aisles looking for what she needed, she grinned at Andrew. He was still a little salty about this turn of events, and it was so funny to see him this way.
Turning to him, Paige asked, “Are you okay, baby?”
“Yeah” was his one-word answer.
“Then why are you pouting?”
“I’m not,” he argued. “What are we here for?”
Paige peeked her head down an aisle. When she spotted her dessert, she grabbed it off the shelf. Turning around, she held up a bag of marshmallows. “S’mores!” she said with a grin.
He narrowed his eyes on her. “Really? You brought me here for s’mores?”
“I thought you said you wanted dessert.” Picking up a box of graham crackers, she added, “I figured this is a good full circle moment for us.” She felt him step up behind her and gasped. He was so hot—and hard—she couldn’t help but back her ass into him. Just to ease the sudden ache in her core.
“What I want is you naked on any available hard surface,” he whispered in her ear. “Specifically my dick.”
Oh my. She let out a shaky breath. “I want that, too.” She sucked in another sharp breath when he gripped her hips and held her against his hard length. “Oh, you’re playing dirty.”
“Turnabout is fair play,” he tossed back, sucking her earlobe into his mouth.
Paige turned in his arms and kissed him. “Let’s go.”
He smirked. “That’s what I thought.”
“Excuse me?”
Paige turned toward the soft, shaky voice behind her. She smiled at the petite, gray-haired woman standing before her. “Hi,” she said.
The woman grinned. “I don’t know if you remember me. I ran into you at the apple orchard a little while ago?”
Recognition dawned on her, and she said, “Yes, I remember.”
“I know you probably get this all the time,” the woman continued. “My husband said I was wrong, but are you Paige Mills?”
