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“Oh, yes, Rachel, you do.” He reaches up and cups my cheek, leaning in slowly.

“And in my driveway?” I breathe.

He shakes his head subtly. “No, not there, either.”

“So where do you think, then?”

“Here, underneath the stars, I think it’s a perfect place for our first kiss. Don’t you think?” His eyes darken as he leans into me. His voice lowers into that growl that I’ve only heard audiobook narrators do.

I have no words. I just nod, not taking my eyes off of him.

He smirks, finally closing the distance between us.

His lips are soft as he presses them to mine. The scruff of his beard brushes against my skin, causing a delicious friction as he presses deeper into me.

My hands find their way to his shoulders, gripping tightly as he brushes his tongue along my lips.

He breaks our kiss, reaching over and pulling me onto his lap. With my arms wrapped around his shoulders, he joins our lips again, running his hands through my hair.

I’ve never wanted to purr like a kitten, but when he does that, I want to.

Our kiss becomes all-consuming. I’ve never felt anything like it before. The world outside of the two of us ceases to exist. My hands make their way to his hair, weaving my fingers through the strands while he wraps my own around his fist. He’s demanding; kissing me like he needs my air to breathe. I’ve never felt anything like it before in my life.

My body is on fire. Every nerve ending is firing. Every sense I have is heightened. When he pulls away from me and stares into my eyes, the intensity of it is overwhelming.

“Holy shit,” I whisper.

“Holy shit is right.”

13

MITCH

“The hard ridges on his tail brush against my skin, making me shiver. The scales on his tough skin brush softly against my inner thigh, surprising me with its silk-like texture.”

“How the fuck are scales silky?” I mutter, raising an eyebrow at the case of ketchup in front of me. The breathy feminine voice continues to play through my earbuds as I shake my head and record the number of bottles into the software on my tablet and move on.

After seeing Rachel’s reaction to the book Kylie had picked out, I knew I needed to read it. I figured since I was doing inventory this week, an audiobook would be the best way.

What I discovered was interesting, to say the least.

Have I ever imagined a scenario where a woman would bang a Godzilla-like creature? Can’t say that I have.

Do I find it hot as hell in this scenario? Abso-fucking-lutely.

I spend the next hour making good progress with both the inventory and the book, finding myself fascinated by how enthralled I am with Mary’s love for Zekon. Following their love—and crazy monster sex—makes the hours fly by.

I can’t help but imagine what Rachel looks like when she’s reading these. Is she curled up on her couch drinking a cup of tea? Or is she in bed, under covers, touching herself when the characters have sex on the page?

I feel myself lengthen at the thought, even though I quickly push that line of thinking aside. I’ve managed to listen to a fair bit of this book without making it apparent I’m turned on. I’m not going to start now.

By the time I make my way to the tasting room, Brody, Travis, and Dyllan have joined Zach at the bar.

“There he is,” Travis exclaims with a wide smile on his face. “I thought you were going to lie low and get out of telling us how your date went.”

“Here we go,” Brody mutters, taking a sip of his beer.

“I’m working,” I shoot back, taking the EarPods out and placing them in their case. “Which, I see you all snuck out early for a drink.”

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