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“I…” His reactions were throwing me for a loop. “Is that bad?”

A beautiful smile spread across his face, reassuring me. “Hell no. It’s great.” He grabbed my chin and kissed me right there in front of a whole crowd of people, with Agatha Hayes still fixing a plate right beside us.

“Thank you,” he murmured against my lips. “I’m not used to someone taking care of me.”

Agatha chuckled, drawing our attention. “It was sweet of you to buy one of those DILFs at my party, Clark, but it looks like you’ve already captured your cock, hm?”

Hunter blinked. “What?”

She smirked, the evil woman. Of all the grannies in town, Agatha was usually better behaved, but then she had been jaded by her divorce. Clearly her recent remarriage to Elmer had made her giddy—and meddlesome.

“Didn’t Clark tell you?” she said lightly. “He bought a little something to keep him warm for those nights when he’s lonely. But it looks like he won’t need it tonight.”

She sauntered off, damage done, as Hunter looked at me with an intensity that could power the freaking sun. “What did you buy, exactly?”

“Oh, it’s nothing.” I tried to dismiss her words, but the heat in my face was giving me away.

Hunter put his plate down, drew me close, and whispered in my ear. “Tell me.”

I shivered, his commanding tone going straight to my cock. In a quiet voice, I said, “A dildo.”

His grip on my upper arm tightened slightly. “And it’s called a DILF? That means what I think it means, right?”

I met his eyes, flustered but also so turned on I could barely think. I wet my lips. “Yeah. It means what you think.”

He released me so suddenly I was reeling and picked up his plate, grabbing the burger to take a big bite. “Eat fast, Clark. We’re not staying long.”

“We’re…not?”

“Not unless you want me to drag you into the bathroom and have my wicked way with you here and now, but I’d rather take my time.”

I exhaled shakily and grabbed a plate to toss a few items on it, not even caring what I ate. “Taking our time sounds good.”

Understatement of the century. It sounded thrilling, exciting, incredible.

Terrifying, if I were being honest. But only in the best possible way.

Tonight, Hunter and I would either reach new heights together. Or we’d crash and burn.

Either way, nothing would ever be the same.

* * *

HUNTER

I pulledinto the driveway in front of Clark’s little cottage that was painted a slate blue with a red door and a stone chimney.

“Here we are,” he said brightly, voice threaded with nerves. “Alone. At my house.”

“Mm-hmm.” I unbuckled my belt and slid my hand around the back of his neck, squeezing gently. “Finally.”

“There’s no one to interrupt us. Except Mookie.” He chuckled. “But I can shut Mookie in the enclosed back porch. He won’t stop us. Only we can stop us.” His eyes widened, as if just realizing what he’d said. “Not that I want to stop us! But if you did—”

“Clark,” I said firmly, cutting off his babble.

“Yeah?”

I leaned over and kissed his nervous mouth. “Why don’t you just invite me in?”

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