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Curvy.
Smart.
Bossy.
Cute as fuck.
The kind of woman who probably owns color-coded planners and remembers everyone's birthday.
The kind of woman who looks at me like she knows exactly how much trouble I am.
Which should not be attractive.
And yet.
Here we are.
She spots me immediately.
Her eyes narrow.
Her mouth tightens.
And suddenly I'm imagining her pointing toward a chair and telling me to sit there and think about what I've done.
Holy shit.
New fantasy unlocked.
My cock gets hard and if my brother and his woman weren’t standing right there, I’d fucking adjust myself.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Maybe I've been doing this all wrong.
Maybe chasing excitement isn't actually exciting anymore.
Maybe forty is creeping closer than I’d like to admit.
Truth is, I’m fucking tired of the rat race.
Maybe a woman with substance sounds better than another weekend fling I won't remember six months from now.
Terrifying thoughts—all of them.
Mary reaches us.
“What are you doing here?”
No hello.
No good morning.
Just straight to the interrogation.
God, she's cute.
“Morning, Firecracker.”
