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She needed to wind down with a few orgasms and I was going to give them to her. Except I had to approach this with the patience I struggled to find, because now that she was in front of me again, I wanted her. Now.
Would anyone notice if I tossed her over my shoulder and carried her out of the store?
Definitely. Dex James manhandling a woman buying groceries might be a dream for gossip sites, but it wouldn’t go over with the team owners. Or my agent. Or that sponsor he was trying to land for me.
I had to be good. In public. When I got her alone though…
“Hey, Dex,” she breathed as a flush spread across her cheeks. “Look, I’m, um… sorry about how I acted in Denver. I was a little overwhelmed.”
So she had been off.
The corner of my mouth tipped up showing her I wasn’t affected even though I was dying to know if she flushed like that when she came. “It was pretty spontaneous.”
I’d showed up on their doorstep, offered to fly them to Denver on the company jet for Bridget to confront Mav and we were in the air within an hour.
She nodded. “Bridget was upset all week about Mav, plus she told me about her time in Boston and–”
“You didn’t know?” I asked. Being kicked out of MIT for plagiarism was a big deal. So was the reason it happened.
She frowned. “You did?”
I scratched my cheek, slightly uncomfortable because my answer was going to probably make Lindy feel worse. That was the last thing I wanted to do. I wasn’t going to lie though, so I said, “Mav got it out of her the night before when we were at a bar.”
“Figures,” she muttered.
“I’d be upset too if one of my brothers kept something like that a secret. You two seem close.”
She nodded. “We are. I’m more mother than sister. I guess I went all Mama Bear over her about the MIT thing and Mav being a dick.”
I wasn’t going to remind her that Mav hadn’t been a dick, but well, he kind of had. He did some things wrong, but how they worked it out wasn’t my business. Or Lindy’s, no matter how protective she felt.
“Then you had work. I get it.”
“That’s it?”
She eyed me, as if debating whether I was being honest. For me, it was easy. She said she was sorry. It was done. I was taking the fact that she opened up as a win. Still, I couldn’t help but mess with her a little.
I glanced around and pointed. “I can bend you over the kiwis and give you a spanking if that’d make you feel better for being a bad girl.”
Three things happened simultaneously. Her eyes widened, her mouth dropped open, and she flushed bright red.
I stepped close and whispered in her ear. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
I sure as hell would.
She shook herself, as if flinging that idea off her body.
“You getting food for dinner?” I asked, switching topics faster than getting whiplash on an amusement park ride. I couldn’t spank her ass here no matter how much either of us liked the idea, so it was better to get us back to more appropriate grocery store topics. Otherwise, the squash in my pants was going to become apparent to all the shoppers.
She nodded and I didn’t miss the way her gaze dropped to my lips. Yeah, she wanted me. And that spanking. Or was I desperate to think that? Perhaps, but I considered it driven instead of desperate. Focused. Single minded. Whatever the term, that was me where Lindy was concerned.
“Good. We’ll have it together,” I said. I wasn’t asking.
She blinked and looked me in the eye. “What? Us, dinner? No.”
“It’s easier cooking for two. Besides, it’ll make up for last week.” I glanced down into her cart which so far only had a few things. A head of lettuce, a jar of salsa, two loaves of bread and–
“Ooh, brownies.” I reached into her cart for the plastic bakery container to see if that was fudge frosting on top. She slapped my hand.
