Page 73 of Flirty Fall Fling

This man is a menace and completely merciless.

“I’m so close. I’m⁠—”

“Answer my question,” he whispers. “You promised the truth.”

“I agreed to a fling. That means sex, Jamie.” It comes out broken, but it’s the truth. “Staying the night is too much.”

“You’re mine until November.”

“My body is yours,” I admit. “We have to be careful with this.”

I’m wound so fucking tight, and I need this more than I need air.

“Such a good girl, riding my fingers.”

His mouth captures mine, swallowing every sound I make. Our kisses are slow and with intention as I desperately want more.

Then everything stops.

His hand slides free. The lace settles back into place. My skirt falls where it was. He stands, calm, as he leaves me on the brink.

“You wouldn’t.”

He smirks. “I need you to decide what you want. Either you’re mine until November, or you’re not.”

He sets a hundred on the table as my body trembles. Then he moves the curtain to the side and leaves. The sounds of the festival pour in as I sit there, wet and horny. Through the velvet, I hear Josie speak to him.

“Have a good day!” She’s as friendly as a Sunday school teacher.

The wagon still smells like him.

I ask Josie to give me a minute. She does, and I take the time to compose myself. I slip the cards back into the deck and reshuffle.

The evening rush comes with the dark. I pull and read cards until I’m exhausted.

By the time Josie and I drag ourselves home, the manor smells like pot roast. Winter made us dinner while we were working the carnival. I eat two helpings and enjoy listening to Josie’s customer stories. I go upstairs to try to be in bed early because I’m wound too damn tight.

Once I’m between the sheets, I close my eyes, replaying every moment with him today.

I pick up my phone and text him the truth.

Blaire

I want to see you.

Three dots pop up, then stop, then return. I sit against the headboard and impatiently wait.

Jamie

I think you need to take a few days and think about that.

I read it several times, knowing exactly what he’s doing.

Blaire

You’re playing games.

Jamie