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“Six months!” That’s too long to waste.
I’m also offended that anyone would find any truth in me having runaway bride syndrome if I left Jake Ballentine. On the contrary, they’d probably scream, “run faster!”
“You shout a lot. We’ll need to work on that. The women I…dateare more… docile,” he remarks, rising from the floor.
“I am not changing who I am for you.” Crossing my arms lifts my breasts. Jake hones right in.
“I’d also prefer it if you worked on the necklines. Showed a little more, you know.” He nickers.
That’s so not happening.
The evil eye I cast, Jake returns accompanied by a wicked mirth that makes my knees rubbery. I attempt to move out of his space. Jake catches me around the waist. Tingles slide down my hip as he touches me. Oh my lord, this corrupt man, with his immoral strip joint, has managed to turn me on… Again.
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Paisley in my grasp, I pull a wad of bills out of my pocket. “This will cover what I’ve bought so far.” It’s a shit move making her think I think she’s for sale. Paisley wouldn’t whore herself out for anyone.
But fuck if I don’t need to turn the tables to my advantage. I had it. Until the customers left, and Paisley and I were alone.
For a split-second, entering the boutique and seeing Paisley for the first time after so many days, I considered tearing up the napkin. Pushing her up against the counter was my first mistake. My dick might not have had the pleasure of pleasing her, but it definitely remembers the way she jumped me. What we could have done.
When she touched that anklet, I wanted her to fight me.
As her resolve wavered, letting Paisley off easy meant our game was over. I wouldn’t see her be fierce. The opportunity to parade her in front of my friends, proving I could find a woman as good as they had, would fly out the window.
From her reaction to me calling Gavin Laughton names, there’s no doubt Paisley’s loyal to him still. Loyalty can’t be bought. Not with the couple hundred I’ve fronted for a wardrobe upgrade to appear as my girlfriend, or even the bling of the extravagant wedding they were throwing.
The secret Paisley is hiding is meant to heal instead of hurt. That’s not the kind of information I deal in. But I want that secret. Not to use it against her either. I covet a part of Paisley that the good doctor won’t get from her. And I won’t let her go until I have it.
“I won’t do this unless you agree not to swindle anyone else.”
She’s cute thinking she has the power to negotiate that. Or anything, for that matter.
“Get a bikini for your trip,” I order, intending to piss her off.
I like her riled up. She’s a spitfire, capable of independent thought and knowing her own mind.
“Why? Is it part of the deal that I have to bring you?” Her neck and cheeks flame. Heat boils off of her skin, seemingly able to burn me through the gauzy fabric of her flowing skirt.
I’d take Paisley into one of the dressing rooms to find out where else she’s flushed, but I won’t break a new toy. It’s been a long time since I’ve had one that I’ve wanted to keep playing with this badly.
“Not if you don’t want to.”I’ll make you want to.
I grab Paisley’s phone, praising her while she unlocks it without actually giving it to her. The security app is still open, but what I need is for her cell to text mine so that I have her number. Mission accomplished, I swipe back to the boutique’s paused security feed.
“Smile pretty for the camera,corazón.”
Confusion mars Paisley’s face until the point that I cover her mouth with mine. I flick my fingertip over the record button, reactivating the system. Plundering her lips, I leave a trail of evidence for Trig to find if he goes sniffing. To ensure whatever Trig sees proves Paisley and I are the real thing, I’ve already fucked with the audio on Sweet Caroline’s footage from the night she unexpectedly showed up.
I shouldn’t have to dupe my friends. Yet, I don’t put it past them to snoop and I’m sick of the petty barbs. Settling down isn’t for me. Nobody would put up with me asking why they didn’t step out on their wives and girlfriends to sample a variety of pussy. It’s a double standard.
With two hands, I grab Paisley by the chin, diving between her sweet lips. Sucking on her tongue. We’re both panting when I pull back. Her body stretched to the limit from the inequity of our height, she has to drop her heels to the floor. I’m a bastard who gets off for the second time that she’s chased me, not wanting the kiss to end.
“I’ll see you tonight at Sweet Caroline’s. Lock up and come by.”
