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“Or else what?”

She wore a mischievous smile, watching me as I approached and took the seat next to her.

“You know what,” I said matter-of-factly, popping a piece of bacon into my mouth.

Another groan. “I would do terrible things to you right this minute if I wasn’t so hungry.”

I laughed, tucking into my breakfast and repeated, “Hey, same.”

For a moment, we ate to the sound of Dolly Parton over the radio. Well, she ate. I wolfed it like I’d never had a hot meal.

Half a second later when I’d finished, I grabbed her seat and pulled until she was between my legs.

She laughed, pulling her plate with her so she could keep eating.

“Hey, look at that—you’re almost done,” I said, leaning over to press a kiss to her neck. “What time do you have to meet Cass?”

“Oh, an hour or so,” she said, the words all breathy and hot.

“Mmm.” She smelled like flowery soap and fresh laundry, and I inhaled deep like a creep.

“Are you counting all the things you could do to me in that amount of time?” She took the last bite of her eggs, I noted.

“Why, are you?”

She turned on the stool until she was facing me. “Always. So far I’ve counted at least ten.”

“Is that all?”

“Do you think you can do better?”

“Psh. Absolutely.”

“Care to wager?”

My smile must have been wicked, from the look on her face. “Depends. What does the winner get?”

“Whatever they want.”

My fingers trailed down her neck to her breast where it stayed for a moment, keeping itself occupied with ease. “Anything?”

“Anything.”

“It’s too easy, Duchess. Who knows what I’ll ask for if I win.” I leaned in slow, angling for her lips.

“Who says you’ll win?” She stroked my face, then my chest, ultimately reaching for my waistband.

“Ten sexual acts in an hour is nothing. I figured you’d know that about me by now.”

“But how do you know you’ll last that long?” Her lips grazed mine with every word, her hands making quick work of my jeans button.

I would have laughed if she hadn’t kissed me, even if she was right.

Her slender hand was down my pants and around my cock when Beau went nuts out in the front yard.

The kiss broke when we both looked in that direction. Sadly, she reclaimed her hand, and I begrudgingly zipped up my pants, frowning when I saw a black Bentley coming up the gravel drive.

It looked like it belonged here as much as Jessa had when she came hobbling in my direction and into my arms.

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