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Sitting up a bit straighter, I spewed out some bullshit. “I think Charles felt like it would be best if I was alone. It would keep you and Laney out of the spotlight and free from potential harassment.”
“That’s true. Good call on his part.”
Sighing internally, I looked down at my sandwich. That was a dick move to use Mallory’s daughter as an excuse. Laney was about to turn four, and I knew how much Mallory enjoyed her privacy. I adored Laney, and I was pretty sure she was at the top of the small list of reasons I stayed in the relationship with Mallory. The other reasons just made me seem like a cocksucker.
Mallory was good in bed.
Mallory had a body that made men salivate.
Mallory liked her space and wasn’t needy.
And the best reason of all, I knew it drove Harley crazy to see me with Mallory.
Yep. I’m a cocksucker alright.
The bell on the door of Lilly’s Café rang and I knew it was Harley without looking up. I could feel her eyes on me, making the hair on my arms and neck stand up. Lifting my eyes, we stared at each other for a quick second before Harley’s gaze drifted to Mallory and then away from both of us.
Walking to the counter, Harley slid onto one of the stools and smiled at Lucy. They talked for a few seconds before Lucy left. I caught myself before I watched her too long. Mallory knew our history, and I knew any acknowledgement of Harley in her presence wouldn’t be a good thing.
“So, have you been very busy?”
Mallory’s voice pulled my gaze off Harley.
“No, not really. Things have been quiet at the office. Just preparing for the mayoral announcement.”
She lifted her brows. “Does that mean you have to go straight back to work?”
A lump formed in my throat. “What did you have in mind?”
Her tongue rolled over her lips, and if Harley hadn’t been sitting a few feet away, I’m pretty sure my dick would have been hard as a rock. Mallory was my kind of girl. She liked her sex like I did—a little naughty and a lot of dirty talking. She had a way of making me forget everything that was happening around me.
“A little restroom sex, maybe?”
I looked toward the hall that led to the restrooms. Was she serious? Fucking in my office was one thing, but doing it in a restroom at the café I ate at nearly every damn day? No. That wasn’t going to happen.
“You want to fuck in the restrooms here?” I asked with a chuckle. Not thinking she was serious.
She leaned over the table, a whisper meant only for me—but I silently wondered if it was loud enough for Harley to overhear. “If you could feel me you’d know how wet I am just thinking about it.”
My eyes darted over to Harley again. She was talking to old man Potter. I could almost bet they were discussing his cows. The man was obsessed with the damn things. Here I was, being propositioned for bathroom sex by my girlfriend, and all I could think about was Harley and old man Potter discussing the dairy business. What the hell was wrong with me?
When I looked back at Mallory, she was still giving me that sexy-as-sin smile. There was something in her eyes, though, and for a split second, I wondered if this was a game. Her own personal vendetta against Harley that directly involved me and my dick.
There was no way I was doing this. One, it was too risky, and two, Harley was here. I couldn’t get my dick to stand at attention, even with Mallory talking about how wet she was.
“As fun as that sounds, there’s no way. Too risky.”
She rolled her eyes and dropped back in the chair. “Party pooper.”
Lifting a brow, I leaned in closer. “You do realize we live in a small town, and I’m fixin’ to announce I’m running for mayor. How do you think it would look if I had you bent over a sink at Lilly’s Café and someone walked in while my cock was pounding into you?”
Mallory squirmed in her chair.
“Tripp,” she whispered. “You’re teasing me.”
Yep. There was one thing for sure about Mallory: she liked to be fucked. With her it was simple. We fucked fast and furious, then one of us left. I don’t think I’d ever cuddled with the woman once. She always had some excuse as to why she had to leave. Laney, the store, something. It was fine by me. The less emotionally attached I got, the better. Especially since I didn’t really see a future with her.
At some point, I was going to have to break things off with her.
I opened my wallet and threw some money on the table before standing and reaching for her hand.
