Budding Attraction (Divorced Men's Club, #3)

by Saxon James

This has been my every Sunday for years now. It’s outside of a corporate nine-to-five, outside of me desperately counting calories to keep the only job I’d been able to hold down during my spiral—this is where contentment lives.

Aww, muffin...

Ford laughs. “I don’t get up at the ass-crack of dawn for just anyone.” “Technically, it’s not dawn yet,” I point out, trying and failing not to like his words too much. “The gooch of day, then.”

*snort*

“Can I add a lap dance to this imaginary list?” “Eh. Not like I haven’t given them to men before.” The smart-ass response I’m expecting never comes. “Ford?” “Sorry, I think I just swallowed my tongue.”

I follow him over the edge in a wave of mind-numbing relief.

Jesus FUCK 🥵

“If it helps, start out slow,” Payne says. “There’s something really hot about feeling a cock pulse in your hand as it goes off. Especially that first time.” “I have a cock. I’m familiar with that feeling.”

These guys are gonna kill me.

The plug he’s wearing is emblazoned with the Ford logo at its base.

This fkn dork.

“I’m not gonna talk about meant to be and all that other shit people bring up when they’re trying to make people feel better. What happened will never be easy or for a reason, but you’re allowed to have your second chance. You’re flipping the world off with both hands and taking back what you deserve. Someone to love you. Completely. And I wanna be that someone.”

I think I have something in my eye...

I’m crossing my fingers that one of my gremlins comes through for me

I love that he calls his employees grease gremlins and talks like they're his actual children.

I have to swallow back the lump in my throat as my love for him builds so big it hurts. His tongue is clamped between his teeth as he works, and seeing this giant, tattooed man with the softest heart struggle to keep hold of the tiny brush and paint neatly is my undoing. “I want to keep you.”

Me too. 🥺

“She’s family.” He kisses my cheek. “I want her here with us if you do.”

I'm not crying, you are.