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I give her a little nod. “Yes.”
“And you kissed me anyway.”
“Technically you kissed me. But I definitely fucking kissed you back.”
She smiles. “Yes, you did.”
I drag my thumb over her bottom lip and finally drop my hand. “And yes. I kissed you back even knowing Beckett was about to walk in. That could be dangerous.”
She presses her lips together and nods. “Well, we’ll have to do it in places where he’s not about to walk in.”
“I would be amenable to that.”
I think she’s right that the pink in her cheeks isn’t a blush of embarrassment. She’s excited.
We can’t sneak around behind Beckett’s back forever. She won’t want to do that either. But this very good girl who always puts everyone else first deserves to have a little fun, to do some things she’s never done, that she may never have even imagined. Some naughty, exciting things.
“And just so you don’t worry about running into my stalker,” I tell her, pinning her with a look. “She only comes over around lunchtime.”
Sutton tips her head. “Are you sure? I’ve been there around lunchtime.”
Yes, she sure has. Even on days when I’ve received a casserole. How interesting. But I don’t roll my eyes or laugh.
“Pretty sure,” I say. “Of course, I suppose that could change. She has been getting a little bolder too, and I think she’s getting the hang of the sexy side of the stalking.”
“Oh really? Why do you say that?”
“Well, initially the gifts and notes were maybe a little…”
“Inexperienced?” she supplies.
“Yeah, that’s a good word.” God, I want to kiss her again. “But the last couple have been really good. This last one was hot as hell.”
She takes a deep breath. “Really? What was it?”
Yes, my very good girl isn’t a very good liar. I don’t know how I missed it in the beginning. I suppose I didn’t know her as well. “She left me a page from her journal. A very sexy page. About me.”
“Wow.” She nods, not making eye contact, her cheeks pink and maybe not entirely from arousal now. “What about you? Like how handsome she thinks you are? Or what a great hockey player you are?”
I chuckle. If she wants to hear this out loud from me, I will happily oblige. I move in closer and lower my voice. “It was more about how much she would like me to show her about how it feels to have a man’s mouth between her legs, licking her pretty pussy and making her come.”
Her eyes fly to mine as she makes a little squeaking sound.
Just then the door to the barn swings open, and she jumps back as if I just poked her in a ticklish spot.
Oh fuck, this is going to be fun.
“We’re here!” Alex announces as the guys all stomp onto the wooden floor.
They’re all carrying brooms, buckets, and other supplies. Most have work gloves on. I appreciate that they came prepared. I’m also grateful to see that Beckett is not leading the way, and that gives Sutton a moment to suck in a deep breath and look a little less rattled.
Of course, I hope she is thinking for the rest of the night about what I just said.
Because I sure as fuck have been ever since I read the journal page.
And if that page, that handwriting, isn’t Sutton’s…well, in my head it is.
And she’s the only one I’m doing anything from that page with.
