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“Hit me.”
“A duck’s dick is shaped like a corkscrew,” he says.
“What? No way.”
“It’s a hundred percent true.”
“How the hell do you know that?”
“It was a go-to fun fact for a friend of mine in college. He pulled it out at parties all the time.”
“The fact, I hope?”
Phillip laughs. “Yes, the fact.”
I chuckle, too. “He must have been wildly popular.”
“Oh, he was a real crowd-pleaser,” Phillip says.
“A corkscrew. Oh my God, I can’t even…” I shiver again, in discomfort this time. “Poor female ducks.”
“Might not be so bad if it’s all you know,” he says. Then, he laughs again. It’s a full laugh, and it fills the car up, warming the air between us. “I can’t fucking believe the conversations I have with you.”
“You were the one who brought up the intimate anatomy of a duck,” I say, but I’m grinning, too.
“Yeah, and I stand by it because I want to win the game.”
“I feel like my Babe fact was killer, though.”
He reaches across the center console and pats my bare leg. “It was, I’ll admit. Let’s call it a tie.”
My entire body hums at the contact of skin against skin, and the memory of his fingers sliding even further up. “Okay,” I murmur.
His hand lingers a second too long before he puts it back on the steering wheel. Then, he clears his throat again. “Fuck.”
“What?”
“It’s hard to be around you now,” he says. “After the other night.”
“It is?” The words come out soft. We haven’t spoken about it, not in the bright light of day.
“I know too much now,” he says, glancing over at me. “It’s killing me to not do it again. Right now. All the time.”
My chest constricts, making it hard to take in a full breath. “Well, right now would be pretty unsafe.”
“Yes, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to do just that. Your short dress doesn’t exactly help.”
I stretch out my legs again and watch the fabric ride up an inch. “Good thing you’re a self-controlled lawyer with the discipline of steel.”
He glances down at my legs. “I used to be,” he mutters. “Now, I’m someone who competes in sack racing.”
That makes me laugh, and it breaks the tension rising in the car.
“Hey, is this the place?”
“Shoot, yes,” I say, looking out the window. “Turn in here to the left.”
He pulls the car to a stop in a gravel parking lot, right in front of the giant gates.
