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I pulled back, not the least bit contrite. Turned on, definitely.
“Those are for my neighbor.”
“A guy?” I frowned at the possibility.
The corner of her mouth tipped up as if she picked up on my cranky tone. “Yes.”
I was suddenly wildly jealous.
“You’re giving your brownies to other men?” I took a step closer and touched her hair again. This close, I could pick up her soft scent. “I thought that sweetness was all for me. That hurts, sugar.”
Her mouth fell open and fuck yeah, she wasn’t thinking about baked goods either.
Then she rolled her eyes and tried not to smile. Failed. “Mr. VanMeyer is in his late sixties. I might be hard up for finding eligible men around here, but not that hard up.”
I wasn’t sure if I should be sympathetic or thrilled she hadn’t found a guy. That meant the path was clear for me. I was used to taking out players left and right to get to the goal.
I kept my hand on my chest. “I’m eligible and I’m right fucking here.”
“You’re in your twenties,” she reminded, saying it as if it was a huge deal like you have a raging case of herpes.
I couldn’t change my age, but if that was all that was keeping her from becoming mine, I could work with it. “I know what to do with squash,” I reminded, trying to keep things light. That’s what I did. Made people relaxed. Comfortable.
She looked to the pile of veg and grabbed one. A large one, held it between us and waved it back and forth.
“Sorry, I only like the big ones,” she countered, finally setting it in her cart.
I couldn’t help but laugh. Well played. She wasn’t going to make this easy, but it was going to be fun. She didn’t have a clue about how much I liked to win.
Trying to move around me, I stepped in, blocking her way. I looked left. I looked right. Then leaned in close so her hair brushed my nose.
“Sugar, I assure you, I’ve got one you’ll like just fine. It’ll be the best thing you ever put in your mouth.”
4
LINDY
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Oh. My. God.
Dex James was… wow. I’d never, ever, gotten turned on in the grocery store before.
Until now. Until him.
About squash.
Maybe because he was the man of my naughtiest fantasies, the man who I’d just written into my latest sex scene.
I was attracted to him and that was a huge problem.
It’ll be the best thing you ever put in your mouth.
That was all I could think about–and putting his squash in my mouth–as I pushed my cart out of the produce section and away from the sexy as sin Dex James.
Would it be just like what I wrote earlier? That it would be really big, too big, for me to take it all? Would I have to grip the base and stroke it as I tried to take as much as I could? Would he hold my head in place as he came down my throat?
I veered to the freezer section to cool off, but it wasn’t going to help.
