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

by Saxon James

“Iusedtobeastripper.” Ford blinks at me. His mouth slowly inches open. “Come again?” “I used to be a—” “Oh no, I got that. I mean, I think I’m about to come again.” He pulls a face and reaches down between his legs. “Fuck me, that’s hot.”

“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.” I snigger. “Do me a favor and don’t wish anyone gooch morning.” “You’re going to take all the fun out of today, aren’t you?” “I’ll let you have fun. I’m just stating up front that I’m banning all mention of body parts.” “But what if someone says they want balls in their flowers?” He points at a bunch where most of the flowers haven’t bloomed yet. “Those are buds. The stick part is a stem—if you call it a shaft, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

“And apparently, I have RCF.” “Which is …” “Resting criminal face.”

“You command a room. You’re confident and self-assured, even before I knew who you were. I paid attention when you were around. There’s something about you that had my attention. Made me want to keep looking.” I crack a smile and lean in. “Did it ever occur to you, sweetheart, that you’ve been attracted to me this whole time?” “Not until I just finished talking.”

have another piece to fit into my life, and he’s jumped in like I’ve always been waiting for him. Like the space was open and ready for him to walk into. Nothing could compete with my love of cars. But I get the feeling Orson wouldn’t try to. And as I watch him laughing with one of the littlies, I also know … well, he wouldn’t have to.

“Anything, uh, different or exciting happen?” “Hmm …” I pretend to think. “I bought a pie for dinner.” “Right. Nice.” “And shoved a butt plug up my ass.”

“Are you dressed as a mustard bottle?” “Yep.” “I’m really struggling to have a serious conversation with you like that.” “And yet you mustard the strength to anyway.” “Urg. Dad jokes.”