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He narrows his eyes at me. “Yes.”
“But you take one bite of my dessert and I will stab you with my fork.” I grin at him and he chuckles softly.
“In that case, I’m going to have to tell Mikey that you got all swoony over some asshole chef and told him he was your dessert-hero.”
I open my mouth in feigned indignation. “You wouldn’t.”
“Try me, sweetheart.”
Chapter 13
Shane
Jessie could hardly finish her dessert so I helped her and even I have to admit Carl Paxton can cook. It still doesn’t excuse him being an arrogant asshole and smiling at her the way he did. I should have punched his teeth down his throat, but I know that she has no interest in him, and she would have been pissed at me if I had. So, I let it go because I’m secure enough to know that she is devoted to me and my brothers.
I shake my head at the thought, because I can hardly believe it myself. Even six months ago I would have responded completely differently. Jessie Ryan has changed me in ways I would never have imagined.
“That was incredible, Shane,” she says with a soft sigh as she rests her head on my shoulder as we walk to the car.
“I’m glad you had fun.”
“I love you,” she purrs.
“I know,” I say, giving her shoulder a squeeze.
“You know most people’s response to that would be I love you too?”
“Hmm, but I’m not most people,” I remind her.
“You’re certainly not.”
Our driver opens the door as we reach the limo and she climbs inside first. Her dress rides up to almost the bottom of her ass cheeks and I bite my lip because I have been desperate to fuck her for hours now. I thought about taking her into the restrooms, but the place got super-busy once word got out that Carl Paxton was the dessert chef for the evening. His agent agreed he could spend an hour there and to his credit he made dessert for all of the other diners too, so maybe he’s not as big an asshole as I give him credit for.
She sits on the long bench seat near to the window and I sit on the opposite end.
“Come here!” I order as soon as the door closes behind us.
She bites on her lip as her cheeks flush pink. It amazes me that she can look so sweet and innocent when she is behaving like a brat. She’s my brat though and I fucking adore her.
“Now, Jessie!”
She does as she’s told, edging closer until I can reach her. I grab her hips and pull her to straddle me, wrapping my arms tightly around her waist so I can hold her in place. Her dress rides up to the very top of her thighs and I can smell her wet pussy. It’s driving me fucking crazy.
“I love you too,” I whisper.
“I know,” she says with a grin.
I dust my knuckles over the soft skin of her cheeks. After everything we’ve been through, sometimes I can hardly believe that she’s mine.
“You remember the very first time I fucked you?”
“Of course I do,” she breathes. “We were sitting in your office, just like this.”
“I have never been so desperate to get inside someone as I was that day with you,” I say, brushing a strand of hair from her face.
“You hid it well,” she giggles. “I thought you hated me.”
“I sure fucking tried to,” I admit, but she doesn’t seem bothered by the comment. She knows better than anyone how hard it was for me to let her in.
