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Wells pulled out his phone and I saw him snap a picture of the way Memphis sat against Remy, the way Remy curled his larger body into hers. “Lean your head back a little more, Memphis.”
She tipped her head towards him and they locked eyes. I heard the intake of breath from Wells as she dropped her head back, still gazing at him, and exposed the length of her beautiful neck. He snapped more pictures and nodded at Memphis.
“Stunning.”
She blushed and shifted like she was going to sit up, but I watched as Remy’s hand curled around the front of her throat and caressed her from chin to collar bone. The look in her eyes was so full of need that I wanted to drag her under the table right then and there.
Remy said something to her and let her go. “We should probably get going. It’s still too fucking early to be drinking in a bar.”
Memphis ran her fingers down her throat and nodded. “Yeah.”
Wells held his phone out to me and showed me a shot he’d captured of the moment Remy wrapped his hand around her throat. It was somehow both beautiful and erotic as fuck. I groaned and nodded at it. “I want copies.”
Memphis stood up from the table and turned on her heel, walking towards the exit quicker than any of us had expected. I was used to the women I was with taking a little bit of time to adjust and make sure their clothes were falling perfectly, in case we were photographed on the way out. Memphis didn’t seem to have a care in the world as she hit the exit and pushed it open, letting a swath of light in the darkened bar.
I swore and rushed after her, old fears hitting harder than they had in a long time. I slammed through the exit and nearly ran Memphis over. I grabbed her and pulled her closer to the building, away from the street. My chest moved too fast as my heart raced.
Memphis, unaware of my feelings, reached up and scratched her fingers through my beard again. Somehow, the feeling acted as an immediate balm for my frayed nerves. She sighed and stretched up to press a kiss to my cheek. “It still tickles just enough. I love it.”
Remy joined us on the curb, his eyes focused on me and where Memphis was basically petting me. His shoulders relaxed slightly and a small smile lifted his lips as he shook his head.
Wells just laughed when he saw me.
Memphis tried to move her hand to look at what he was laughing at, but I caught her hand and held it against my face. She got the hint and continued stroking me. “I was right to boop you, Boone. You’re like a big puppy that loves being scratched.”
Both Wells and Remy laughed at my expense, but I didn’t give a fuck. They didn’t get it. Having Memphis’s hands on my face was the most relaxing thing I’d felt in years. Maybe longer. Working as a surgeon carried a lot of stress and finding something that soothed me was rare.
“I probably shouldn’t say that. It definitely makes the rest of my thoughts inappropriate.” Memphis booped my nose once more and spun away with a big smile when Jake pulled up in the car. “Jake’s here!”
I looked at my brothers and gestured at Memphis. Had she just said what I thought she said? My mouth was open and I had to force it closed as I moved towards the car.
Wells opened the door before Jake could and let Memphis inside. I was the last one in, but I still ended up with the seat next to Memphis. I had a feeling I knew why. I’d watched Remy’s face earlier when she’d crossed her legs in front of him. They were both trying to catch peeks.
Jake had barely gotten back inside the car when Memphis figured out how to lower the partition and was hanging over it to talk to him. Her dress just barely covered the bottom of her butt, but when she moved a certain way, it lifted enough to flash us the bottom curves of that sweet ass. I was in heaven.
“Remington ordered whiskey. I don’t really drink and now I’m a little drunk. Do you think you could swing by a bakery? I have a sweet tooth and right now all I want is a piece of chocolate cake so rich it’d make these guys look poor.”
Jake laughed. “I know just the place, Memphis.”
“You’re like James Bondandyou can get me cake? I’m going to marry you, Jake. After my marriage to Rork fails because my insatiable desire for cake drives him insane, of course.” Memphis swayed her ass back and forth as she waxed on about how great Jake was. It was starting to piss me off.
“Seatbelt, Memphis.” Remy’s bark proved that I wasn’t the only one irritated.
“Gotta go. See you later, Jake.” Memphis moved to put herself back in the seat and fell into my lap. She grunted and looked up at me with her wide green eyes. “Oopsy. Sorry about that.”
I wrapped my arm around her without a second thought and held her steady. I saw the partition go back up and sent a silent thank you to Remy. Holding Memphis in my lap, I rested my head on the headrest and watched her. “You’re marrying all of our staff, Memphis. You haven’t even tried to propose to me, yet, though. Should I be worried?”
She shifted on top of me until she noticed the way I winced. “Oh, God. I’m too heavy. I’m sorry!”
I locked my arm around her and held her steady. There would be no hiding my painful erection once she paid attention to what she was feeling. “Avoidance, Memphis? It’ll never work. I’m like a dog with a bone when I want an answer.”
Her eyes flew open even wider and her lips parted on a sigh that I wanted to swallow. She looked at me, confused and unsure, but whatever she saw on my face reassured her that she was the cause of what she was feeling under her ass. “I’m just thinking of the children… A divorce, which would be a sure thing, would be so hard on little Benji, Ginger, and Kurt.”
I spread my fingers out, palming her lower back, touching as much of her as I could. “Our divorce would be a sure thing? That’s hurtful.”
“Boone, you’d be my third marriage. Get serious. After the first marriage, each one is statistically more likely to fail. By the third? We’d have a percentage so small that your money manager would never allow it. Besides, we both know you’re probably into blondes and I’m not bleaching my hair for a man.” She shrugged like she hadn’t just crushed my fake dreams. “We’re just not meant to be, sugar.”
Wells laughed. “It’s so mean, but when she says it with that accent, it doesn’t feel so bad, does it?”
