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“Please, Summer. Make my day. Tell me he’s in time out. Tell me he’s a thirty-two-year-old man with a full-time nanny.”
he’s trying to be gentlemanlike while also being a grumpy dick.
Because that dick slammed her door way too hard.
We don’t look at each other as we walk, but he touches my shoulder gently and gestures me across his body. He moves me to the opposite side of hi...
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One that has me taking a deep breath on my way past, creepy as that makes me.
And as I stare at it, I’m reminded of Summer’s mouth.
Summer Hamilton is an unusual combination.
It’s going other places too. Like how that mouth would look wrapped around my dick.
She’s smiling at me now. And as much as I hate to admit it, I like her eyes on me.
Which reminds me that Summer Hamilton pisses me off.
I wanted her to pick my team, not Beau’s. Everyone picks Beau because he’s all sunny and handsome and shit.
My cheeks heat all the same. After all, Rhett Eaton just checked out my ass in gym tights.
She really is fucking lovely. And all her attention is on me.
There’s something about a man who is damn good at what he does that holds an appeal for me. Every step is sure. Practiced. Full of confidence.
All at once, I feel like the little boy who so badly wants attention,
I want to hear all about how I look to her. It’s fucking lame.
Then I’d think to myself: if only Rhett had listened to my good advice.
I one hundred percent get off on it.
“Don’t test my patience this morning, Eaton. I need at least three cups of coffee before I can deal with this adorable version of you.”
after sleeping in a freezing room all night, she’s here taking care of me.
And I let her, because when she puts it like that, it sounds an awful lot like she’s enjoying touching me.
while feeding me little pills like some sort of Pez painkiller dispenser.
Her ass looked like an apple that I’d trade a limb to bite.
Because that—right there—is not part of her job description.
His whiskey eyes go from pinched in the other guy’s direction to warm and bright. At me.
You’ve been a perfect gentleman.”
“A grumpy, stubborn gentleman.”
“All I heard was that you think I have a pretty face,”
What the fuck kind of stories do you plan on telling your children, Wils?
I’m an absolute whore for fancy lingerie.
“I mean, you told me you were going to kill me in my sleep. I have some sense of self-preservation, you know.”
I’m so fucked. I’m super fucked. I’m so super-mega fucked.
Watching her sleep like a lovesick Ted Bundy or something.
The thought of her being cold and uncomfortable infuriates me. I want to take care of her, even though she doesn’t need taking care of.
Which, pathetically, makes me feel better.
I momentarily wonder if he knows he’s turning me into a jealous crybaby.
put that military clean streak of his to use for flirting with my babysitter right in front of me.
Even saying it out loud is petty, but that jealous streak in me has fixated on the way my brother flirts with her.
Am I going to harass Summer about this later? Absolutely.
But right now, I’m miffed. I see her older sister being intentionally cruel to her. Trying to embarrass her.
“Are you hiding because your sister is a grade A bitch or because I now know that I’m your teenaged spank bank fodder?”
“Not a fuckin’ chance, Princess.”
Like praise. Like worship. “I’m finding I don’t really care what people think where you’re concerned.”
For all the times I imagined his hands on me, I never imagined my body reacting like this.
The knowledge that I do that to him makes me wild. It seems unlikely. We seem unlikely.
I’m just trying to stay upright after the most mind-blowing kiss of my life. Fake kiss.
“Did you plan our wedding while you were cooped up in the hospital? What about
His pinky finger wraps around mine tenderly before he moves his hand to the small of my back, guiding me safely across the road and making my chest flutter.
I haven’t in years. But I might be tonight.
“Summer, this isn’t a Christopher Nolan film. I don’t deserve to be this confused after giving you the best kiss of your—”
