Page 82 of Her Maine Risk


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“Hey, gorgeous,” he greets, his low, warm voice melting my insides.

“Is it three in the morning already?”

“No, I’m on break. It’s only midnight.”

“On a smoke break?” I ask.

“Does that bother you?”

“Not as much as it normally would. Which is usually a lot.”

“Hmm,” he hums, and I can picture his lips around a cigarette as he takes a long drag. And just the thought of tasting his lips and tongue with my new favorite flavor of spice and smoke, has my body heating up. “And why is that?” he asks.

“Because I like the way you taste after,” I say without thinking.

“Is that so?” he asks, his voice dropping an octave – deep and gravely.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Why don’t you come here and have a taste then, gorgeous? I’d love to taste you, too.”

“What do I taste like?” I ask softly, biting my lip, his ensuing low laugh heating my skin.

“I already told you yesterday your pussy tastes like the ocean and your skin in the sun like warm vanilla.”

Breathing hard, my head starts to spin. I never liked the ‘p’ word. It sounds too derogatory. But when he says it, it’s sexy, dirty, and makes that very part of my body clench with need.

“You’re mouth, though?” he continues, and my skin breaks out in goosebumps. “Tastes like the first sip of coffee in the morning. Like the sugar glaze of my favorite donut. Like a cold beer on a hot summer night.”

“All of that together? That sounds disgusting, Alex. I wouldn’t want to kiss me if I were you,” I tell him nervously.

“No, Mel.” He laughs. “You don’t get it.”

“I don’t?”

“No. Because you don’tliterallytaste like those things. Those are three of my favorite things. And now you.”

“What?” I breathe out. Did I hear him right? Am I still sleeping?

“You heard me, gorgeous.”

“Alex…I…”

“I have to get back to work,” he says, saving me from my blundering. “But I’ll see you for our date. Tomorrow at six. I’ll pick you up.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Oh, and Mel?”

“Yeah?”

“Get some sleep. Because I plan on keeping you up tomorrow,” he says, and hangs up.

Staring at my phone until the screen goes black, I blink. I’m in trouble.

I’m one of his favorite tastes now. And he’s definitely mine.

I’m never going to come out of this unscathed.

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