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“No, Monty. It’s fine. I take my pill every morning, even when we were away.”

“You do?”

“Yes! I’ll show you my pill box if you want me to.”

“No. I believe you, I’m just…angry at myself for letting something so important slip my mind.”

“Well, I think what we’ve been doing is fine, don’t you? I like not having anything between me and every inch of the Monty python.”

Groaning, I flatten her to the building and bury my face in her neck to fill my senses with her peachy scent. “You can’t say things like that to me when we’re in public, cupcake.”

“Did I mention that I’m not wearing any panties?” she leans up to whisper in my ear.

My chest rises and falls faster as need overwhelms all my senses. “Are you sore from earlier?” I ask as my hand dips under the back hem of her dress to find out if she’s serious. I swear when my hand fills with her bare ass.

“A little. But I’m also sensitive and I really want you to put my face in the wall and take me from behind.”

I have her turned around before she finishes speaking.

“I don’t want you to be sore,” I tell her in her ear. “For now, we’re going to go back out there to tell my mother the truth, then eat and rehydrate for later. When we get home, I want to taste you again.”

She nods enthusiastically before turning around smiling. “Okay. That works for me.”

I can’t resist capturing her sexy lips. “I’d lay you on a table right now if I could…drip maple syrup down your stomach and lick it up…”

“Monty!” she exclaims.

“Shit. Was that too much?” I ask with a wince. I’ve never spoken like that to a woman before, and I’m not sure why I think it’s okay to say those things to Kendall.

“Too much talk and too little action,” she remarks. “I’m already dripping wet.”

“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind…”

“Let’s talk fast and eat faster,” she suggests as she runs her fingernail down my chest to my stomach. “You’re not the only one who wants to lick up some syrup.”

“Jesus, Kendall,” I groan at the thought she put in my head.

Back in the dining room, my mother doesn’t ask any questions about where we went, why, or even bat an eye as we retake our seats.

I order one of every protein and so does Kendall.

Once that’s done, it’s time to face the music.

Kendall seems to think my mother won’t be upset, but I hate the thought of anything coming between the two of us.

“So, what did you want to talk about, honey?” Mom asks, too curious to wait a second longer.

Kendall reaches into her purse and pulls out an envelope to hand to my mother, then reaches over and takes my hand while she opens it. “Monty reserved the date for the chapel!”

Well, that’s one way to soften the blow.

“Oh, my goodness! That’s just wonderful!” My mom is out of her seat, waving the save the date announcement in the air a second later. She comes around the table to hug Kendall first, then me.

Richard says, “Congratulations!” with a grin and reaches across the table to shake my hand.

“The June sixth date?” Mom asks when she retakes her seat and uses the napkin to dab at her eyes.

“Yes, so we’re going to have to work with Julia to get everything planned super fast,” Kendall replies.