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I glare at him. “Don’t try to suck up to me now with your stick of fruit.”
He brings the kabob to his mouth and pulls off a strawberry with his teeth and says, “If I were to suck up to you, I wouldn’t be offering you a stick, I would be offering you a log.” The sexual innuendo is heavy, and I gulp thinking back to when he took off his towel in front of me and I saw the base of his thick penis. Yup, he would be offering me a log all right.
“Thinking about my cock?” he asks, taking another bite of his kabob.
“What? No. Why would you ask that?” My ears are flaming with heat right about now.
Casually, he spreads his legs and leans back in his chair. His curly hair wraps around the sides of his hat and even though he’s grinning at me, with his dark beard covering his hard jawline, he still has a sinister look about him.
He points at my spoon that’s halfway to my mouth. “Because I said log and then you stopped feeding yourself and your eyes became all hazy. You paused for a good couple of seconds. The only reason I can come up with is you’re thinking about my cock.”
I shake my head. “Awfully full of yourself today, aren’t you?”
“Just letting you know where I stand.”
“And where’s that?” The words slip out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Leaning forward, his hazel eyes connect with mine, light flecks of gold amidst green. “I think you’re sexy as fuck, Paisley. I want to get to know you more, and I want to get you into my bed, fuck you until you scream my name at least three times.”
Oh God. My face is burning up, my body feels numb, and there is a steady pulse in my clit just from the words that deliciously rolled off his tongue.
Itryto tamp down the fangirl cheering for me, repeating his words over and over in my head. He thinks I’m sexy. Reese King thinks I’m sexy.
I almost want to pinch myself.
“Your cereal is getting soggy.” He nods at my bowl. “You better finish up.”
And then that’s it, he continues to eat his smorgasbord, and I’m left feeling turned on, horny as hell, and wondering why he won’t let up, despite my tireless attempts to reject him. I don’t have much strength where he’s concerned.
After we finish breakfast, Reese guides me out of the quaint restaurant that I’ll definitely return to. I start toward where we parked, but he has different plans as he pulls on my elbow and directs me down the street toward the beach.
“Where are we going? The car is back there,” I say while pointing behind us.
“I’m well aware of where the car is. It’s not going to kill you to spend some more time with me. Chalk it up to getting to know your boss.”
That’s what I’m afraid of. The more I get to know Reese, the more I’m drawn to him. I’ve never really been in the market to find a man. I’d always been career driven, and if a man came along during my journey, I had some fun. But with Reese, it almost seems like he could make me think of more than just a career. He makes me think of a future, a family, a life partner to spend my days with, and that terrifies me, because even though Reese might be the perfect man for me, I’m most likely not the perfect woman for him. He would probably end up breaking my heart, which then in return, would once again leave me without a job.
It’s so not a good idea to get involved with him.
But . . .
Ugh, he’s so. . . so everything
Hold strong, Paisley.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts when a plethora of little barks grow louder. Looking to the side, I see a little gated area on the beach full of puppies.
“What’s this?” I ask as Reese walks me to the fenced-in area.
“Want to play with some puppies?” he asks, a spark in his eyes.
Oh hell . . .
A man who wants to play with puppies. Ahotman with bulging muscles—and a tree trunk for a dick—wants to play with puppies.Andmy resolve is paper-thin right about now.
“Hey Reese, how’s it going?” an older lady with a sun hat and a charming smile asks. “I’m glad you’re able to come down today.”
“Hey Rita.” Reese wraps his arm around her and gives her a side hug. “I brought a friend with me today.”
