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When there’s a soft tap at the door my heart thuds to a stop, then races until it feels like it may burst from my chest.
I run my hands through my hair and pinch my cheeks. Not because they need to be pinked. The presence of Ripley does that for me. No, it’s because like a little girl dreaming of knights on white horses, yielding swords, or in my case, croissants, I pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.
There he stands in khakis and a button-down shirt. The curl at his neck is still damp from the shower.
“Wow, you look good enough to eat,” I tell him.
His face flushes, and it’s the cutest thing ever. I didn’t know Ripley could blush.
“You already did that, and it was amazing. If you’re offering to do it again right now, we can postpone dinner.” He lifts his brows and those silver blue eyes dance with mischief.
“Is that what you want?”
He stares at my passion pink glossed lips. He’s debating, and it makes me feel accomplished. I gave my first blowjob today, and obviously it was worthy of a repeat.
“It’s more than tempting, but seeing you all dressed up and looking beautiful makes me want to take care of you. But I’ll take a rain-check, and sweetheart, I have every intention of redeeming it.”
I pick up my purse and my frayed jacket. It’s not a sexy match, but it’s warm. “I’ll pay up because I really enjoyed that.” I lower my head afraid to say it out loud, but I feel the need to give Ripley back some of the razzing he gives me. “Your cream is delicious.”
He takes a big breath and reaches down to adjust the bulge in his pants.
I don’t know if it’s me, or a healthy sexual appetite that creates his constant erection, but I won’t complain. “Oh, should I bring anything else?”
“Yes, grab whatever you need to spend the night. After last night, I’m not sleeping without you.”
The smile on my face widens to emoji levels, more smile than face. These are the times being a low maintenance girl comes in handy. A brush of mascara and a swipe of gloss are all I need. Throw in a hairbrush, a hair tie, and something to wear tomorrow, and I’m ready. I reach for my flannel pajamas, but he pulls them from my hand and tosses them onto the chair.
“You won’t need those.” And we’re off.
His black Escalade is waiting, and he beats the valet to my door. Every woman around is salivating until he bends over and leans into the car to kiss me.
Once he rounds the car and hops in, I turn to him. “I may need medical help. Did you see all those daggers flying at me?” I turn my back and look over my shoulder. “Did I get hit by any?”
He snaps my seat buckle loose and pulls me to him. “I need a closer look.” His hands roam my back in front of God and country, and his searing, hot lips steal a kiss. “You dodged them all.”
I
settle back into my seat rattled beyond reason. “How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“People stare at you all the time. You’re like a movie star.”
He puts the car in gear, and the SUV moves forward, taking us from the lit valet area into the darkening night.
“I don’t pay much attention to it.” He turns into town and makes his way down the crowded road.
“How can you not? You’re on every magazine. You can have any piece of arm candy that every teenage boy strokes himself off to.”
“None of that means anything to me. Not if I can have you.” He pulls up to a curb, and another valet rushes to let us out. I look up and read the restaurant name. Cauldron.
He walks around the SUV and presses his hand to my lower back. I can feel the heat through my down jacket. “I hope you like living on the edge.”
“I’m with you. I’d say that was walking on the knife’s edge.”
Ripley clutches his chest and grins. “You wound me.”
The minute we walk through the door, it is as if royalty arrived. We are ushered into a private room where two waiters see to our every need.
