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“Happy?” “Very,” he mused, rolling his lips together in that stupid, infuriatingly sexy way he always had. “Although I’d be even happier if a strong wind would whip through and blow those bubbles away.” “I’m about to blow you, if you don’t stop,” I warned. And then I paled, because what the fuck did I just say? Aleks’s eyebrows shot up, the corner of his mouth tilting. “This is turning out rather nicely for me.”
When she smiles, a dimple appears on her left cheek, just an inch below her beauty mark. The emotion finally hits me. Now, I am excited.
“Okay, I trust you,” she said immediately. “But then would you care to explain why your fingers have turned into little terrorists wreaking havoc on anything they touch?” I frowned, then looked down at where I’d now tied the strings of my joggers into five knots, one on top of another.
“Woman,” I growled, flattening my palms on the granite countertop and lowering my gaze to meet hers. “Shut up and let me feed you.”
“Gotta say it, man — that woman is even spicier in person. Those legs…” Carter whistled with that, one hand on my shoulder as he shook his head in appreciation, watching Mia go. He turned to look at me like I was going to join in, but I was stone-faced, jaw twitching. That made Carter go white. “Right. I’ll just, uh… fuck off over here somewhere,” he said, pointing across the pool deck to where a bar was set up.
I’d never been competitive in anything athletic — not a single day in my life. But apparently, get me drunk, put me in a cat mask, and pair me up with a pro hockey player in a game of lawn pong, and I become a different person.
She wanted to hit me. I wanted to kiss her. That was how it had always been with us.
Before I realized what was happening, the back of my knees hit the oversized bean bag in his living area, and I toppled back into it. I made a face, lips flattening as I blinked up at him. “You’re kidding.” “Shut up and watch me take my clothes off.”
“WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? WHY HAVEN’T YOU BEEN ANSWERING ME?!” “Good morning,” I said calmly. “Why, yes, I did survive the storm and am well, thank you for asking. We lost power, but are otherwise okay.”
I dipped my head and kissed her. The room erupted into murmurs and soft laughter, Carter yelling out a deep, “Atta boy!”. To my right, Will groaned dramatically. “In case you forgot, you’re supposed to wait for me to say you can do that,” he grumbled.
Isabella pouted. “There goes our future Grammies.” “Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure,” Aleks said, kissing my neck again. Chills swept over my skin. “I’ll give her plenty of inspiration. Promise.” “Ew,” Isabella said, but she smiled as she said it. “That’s so cute. I hate it. Is there traffic on this street when it’s snowing? Think I’d like to throw myself in front of a plow right now.”
“Come on, Liv. Look—” “Doctor Young,” she corrected me, one dark brow sliding up into her hairline. “This isn’t a barbecue at Daddy P’s house. You’re in my chair, at my job, and you will respect me and call me by my hard-earned title.” Fuck. My cock hardened at her tone, at the way she snapped at me, at how she made me feel small and somehow made me buzz to life at the same time. “Yes, Doctor,” I breathed. Livia narrowed her gaze, dropping it to my lap before she rolled her eyes. “Oh, my God, Carter, you don’t seriously have a boner right now?” “Can you blame me? That was fucking hot.”
“You’ll give me a million dollars,” she said, deadpan. “I’ll give you two.” Her eyes shot wide at that. “Two-million dollars, and all I have to do is help you unleash your freak?”
“We’re drawing up a contract, too,” she said, waving her finger at me. “And you’re going to take this seriously, or I’ll drop the whole thing and still take your money — which you will pay me up front, by the way.” “Yes, Mommy.” “Jesus,” she muttered. “You’re more eager than that puppy dog you adopted. “Bark, bark.”
