Page 70 of Kind of a Dirty Talker

“By what?” she asks, pulling on my t-shirt before flicking on the small light above the stove.

With her legs bare beneath the white fabric and her hair long and damp, hanging all the way to her round ass, she’s so beautiful, it takes my breath away.

I swallow and give a slight shake of my head.

Her gaze softens. “You like me,” she murmurs. “And you think I’m pretty.”

“The prettiest,” I say. “And if we’re millionaires, I need you to promise that you’ll still sleep in my old t-shirts.”

“And you have to promise to sleep in nothing at all so I always have easy access to your fabulous dick,” she says, her eyes glittering as she nods toward the lockbox, still snug in my pack by the door. “Ready to crack this sucker open?”

“I’ll get the bolt cutters,” I say, pulling on my jeans with nothing underneath.

Tessa’s brows shoot up. “Bolt cutters? You brought bolt cutters? What do you usually do when you’re camping? Breaking and entering?”

I chuckle. “No, I hit the hardware store across the street from the hospital while you were getting your shot. Figured I might as well make myself useful.”

“You’re always useful,” she says, her gaze dragging down to the top of my jeans. “And sexy. Have I told you how much I love your hips? Specifically, the chiseled parts on the sides…”

My lips curve. “You mean my V cut?”

“Is that what it’s called?” she murmurs, her eyes still glued to my body in a way that makes my cock perk up behind my fly.

“It is.” I tug my jeans lower, teasing her, and am rewarded with a sexy giggle from the woman I love.

I do love her. So much. Thank God I get to keep loving her.

Hopefully, for the rest of our lives.

“Stop,” she says as she sways closer. “If you keep that up, we’re never going to learn what’s in that lockbox.”

“The lockbox will still be there when I’ve made your box come on my mouth.”

She shakes her head. “You’re a bad, bad man.” She stops inches away, lifting her chin with a sexy smile. “But you have a very talented mouth, so…”

An hour later, after we’ve done more very good bad things to each other and let a fussing Freya out of her crate to roam the camper, we settle at the banquet with the lockbox and my new bolt cutters.

Within just a few minutes, our treasure is unveiled.

And it isn’t what either one of us expected…

Not even close.

Epilogue

Tessa

Five months later…

It’s another McGuire family end-of-summer lake party and Mother Nature has pulled out all the stops. Early September has never looked so good.

The sun is shining, the water is refreshing, and all the people—and animals—we love are enjoying a well-deserved Friday off. The older cousins ride jet skis, while the younger cousins jump off the diving board in the middle of the lake in their life jackets, with Kyle the turkey and his growing family right behind them.

On our pontoon, Pippa Jane the pig, Keanu Reeves the dog, and our own furry bundle of trouble splash in a kiddie pool amidst a cacophony of oinks, dooks, and rusty barks. They’re making such a racket, I don’t hear Binx shouting for me to join the next bout of Pool Noodle Peril until she throws a beach ball at me from the next boat over.

“Hey, watch it,” Wes says, grabbing the ball and turning to hurl it back at his little sister.

Binx laughs and ducks the projectile, before standing with her hands lifted at her sides. “Tessa said she wanted to play against Mel. I didn’t want her to miss her turn just because Keanu Reeves has volume control problems.”

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