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She sputtered a little, making him laugh more. “It was early, and I didn’t want to be loud is all. When will you let me meet AL?”
“Never,” he was pretty sure with that abrupt change of subject.
“Why?” she said, stomping the word as he hopped out the boat and tied it off.
“Because AL would be a bad influence.” And get him into a lot of trouble.
“And whose fault is that?”
He grabbed the day’s haul in one hand and hopped on the pier. “Mine,” he said, heading toward the house while looking around. “Where are you?”
“I’m in heaven on this back porch of course. Where are you?”
“Making my way there. I have things for you.”
“Me?”
He chuckled at the childish repeat. “Yes, you.”
“Like what?”
Her poorly masked excitement said she rarely got gifts. He’d sure be happy to change that. Turned out buying her things came with an eroticism he’d never enjoyed before.
“Better not be something silly like flowers,” she warned.
“Not flowers.” He held the phone with his shoulder and unlatched the side gate, pushing his way through. “You shouldn’t be out at night alone.”
“Why?” she whine/wondered.
He stepped onto the porch and dropped the bags, getting her happy smile when she turned. “You’re back,” she said on the phone still.
He turned off the phone and slid it in his pocket as the need to touch her filled his every cell, followed by celibacy habits locking him down tight.
She set her phone on the table, crossing her arms while eyeing the bags. “My present is in that?”
Her curiosity lit her eyes, making him want to get lost in them. “All of it is yours.”
Those eyes widened with the drop of her jaw. “All?” She eyed him. “Can I look now?”
“Yes,” he grinned. “I’m gonna grab a shower in the guest bathroom while you do.” She wet her lips, oblivious to her arousal dancing before him. He turned when the need to kiss her became life or death. “Wear the red dress tonight,” he said before stopping in the doorway. “Come in so I can lock up.”
She snatched the two bags from the porch and hurried in, flashing him a look that reminded him of that brand new woman he’d wakened with her first orgasm. Begging. It was more than the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. It was the stuff adoration was made of.
CHAPTER FOUR
Cat stared at the bags on the bed, scared to look at what was in them. “Big G,” she whispered, her heart pounding.
“Yes, Cat?” he whispered back.
“Do you know what’s in these bags?”
“I do not.”
“Forgot he’s keeping secrets from you too.”
“He’s doing things on his own as I suggested, for a fuller learning experience.”
She paused with that. “That was smart Big G,” she whispered, venturing closer to the bag. “I know it’s clothes. I’m scared.”
