Page 10 of Jonny’s Redemption

“Baby, you were practically comatose.”

My mellow faded and my eyes narrowed. “Sweet britches, it’ll take more than that to get me to pass out.” Jonny’s lips twitched and he shook his head. He wasn’t buying my lie. “And now you’ve gone and harshed my postcoital bliss, which means you owe me another orgasm.”

Jonny’s grin turned wicked right before he busted out laughing.

I pulled a double. I’d never heard him laugh twice in one day, not even twice in a week. And after a month of brooding alone in his family’s beach house after quitting his job, I, Roberta Layne, made Jonathan Spencer laugh two times in as many minutes.

Sweet Jesus.

My heart soared.

I was already enamored but now I was addicted.

No other man would ever do.

It was Jonny Spencer all the way.

5

Jonny sat on the side of the bed and forced himself not to allow his eyes to wander. They wanted to, really, fucking wanted to. He’d had many fantasies about this very scenario or variations thereof—the one constant was Bobby. It was always Bobby in his bed—dressed, undressed, in her bra and panties, in just her panties, alternately in just her bra. Since the day he’d met her all other women had faded, no one else would do.

And now there she was; Bobby in his bed, complaining he owed her another orgasm. Like that was a hardship.

Peaches and vanilla and sex.

Now that the sharp edge was off, he’d take her in his bed, nice and slow.

“Should I serve that up now or would you like dinner first?”

“Umm.” Bobby tapped her chin and looked him over. “That depends, can you cook?”

Christ. Cute.

“You’re gonna have to roll the dice and take a gamble,” Jonny teased.

“Feed me.”

“So, you think I can cook?”

“Well, I know you didn’t get that body eating drive-thru hamburgers and Procs. I’m thinking it’s a safe bet your cooking is at least passable.”

No, not cute. Goddamn adorable.

Unable to stop himself, Jonny’s hand traced the line of her collarbone. The tip of his finger dipped into the hollow of her throat then moved down between her breasts.

“Next round this comes off.”

He felt her shiver and smiled.

“Does that mean the next round your clothes come off, too?”

“If you want me naked, all you need to do is ask.”

“I want you naked,” she rushed out.

“You’re gonna have to wait until after I grill our steaks. Wouldn’t want to scare the renters next door.”

“I don’t know; they leave a review on Yelp about the hot guy next door who grills in the buff, the place might be booked solid for the next year.”