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Beau: Willa doesn’t run my show. Cade: You must be new here. Willa runs everyone’s show.
“I’m engaged to a thesaurus.” The white of her teeth flashes at me. “Merriam-Webster is a way better nickname than sugar tits. Just saying.”
“I know you’re scared of losing control around me.” Her chin tips up as though she’s told me something that will make me back down. Run me off. It doesn’t. “No, I’m scared of you becoming something I can’t live without.”
“Ask me to play with your pussy. Let me hear it.” I lick my lips, glaring down at him through lust-filled eyes. And then I raise him one. “Please play with my pussy.”
By the time we make it home, I’ve realized that I’ll probably give this girl anything she wants. A ring. Sex. Forever.
“Bailey, stop running your mouth or I’ll find another creative way to keep it busy.”
“I’m done pretending to be head over heels in love with you because I’m legitimately head over heels in love with you. And acting like I’m not tears me up.”
“Maybe it’s too soon. Maybe this is impulsive. Maybe you don’t love me back. But I’ll wait. I don’t care. I’ll take my time with you. So long as I know you’re really mine, I can be patient.”
“Do you know what brats get?” She bites down on her bottom lip, but she’s not worried. She’s trying not to smile. “Hopefully spanked.” I groan and let my eyes fall shut as I rub my lips over the apple of her cheek. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me.” She chuckles and turns her face into mine as she whispers, “But what a way to go. Am I right?”
“Mouthy little brat.” “Your mouthy little brat,” I murmur as I snuggle into him, my ear against where I can hear his heart beating. “Yes, Bailey, you’re my mouthy little brat. And I’ll give your mouth something to quiet it down later.”
“Didn’t know you could bartend.” “I can’t, and Gary was really mean to me all night.”
