Page 79 of Xavier

I join Brianna on her side of the car, so we can walk up to the large covered pavilion together.

Her gaze immediately goes straight to the tent in the front of my shorts.

“You’re sporting a very impressive hard-on. You were thinking about last night, weren’t you?”

My gaze locks with hers. “How could I not? You were and are the definition of a wet dream.”

“You were pretty fantastic yourself.” She grins and moves closer to me.

I can’t help myself. I pull her into my arms and press my lips to hers. My tongue snakes out to swipe along her bottom lip.

She closes her eyes and moans. “God, Xavier. What do you do to me?”

I pull back. “What do you mean?”

She glances around nervously. “You turn me on with just one look. You set me ablaze with just one touch. You make me wish for things I shouldn’t be wishing for.”

I want to make all of her wishes come true, but what could she want that she shouldn’t?

Sex?

Me?

Sex with me?

I wrap my arms around her waist and lead her to the pavilion. We need to be in and out as quickly as possible without drawing too much attention. But I want her to enjoy being outside and enjoy looking at all the homemade goods.

As we get closer, she bounces on the balls of her feet, like a child waiting in line to see Santa Claus.

She glances at me, and her smile falls. “What?”

“I enjoy seeing you like this,” I reply bluntly.

She moves closer to me until her chest is pressed against mine. “Like what? Like a sugar crazed kid who’s excited to look at jams?”

My voice is huskier than I intend. “Yes. Just like this. Excited to be doing something so mundane, like looking at jellies and pickled vegetables.”

She smiles up at me before looping her arm through mine and pulling me toward the first table.

We take our time looking at and sampling jellies, jams, pickled vegetables, and various baked desserts.

Brianna picks out a couple of jars for us to snack on at the house, and a dessert for after dinner tonight.

I pay the older lady before following Brianna to another table.

Jars of pickled carrots, peppers, and cauliflower fill up half the table. The other half is full of gallon jars filled to the top of pickled eggs.

The woman behind the table catches me staring at the jars full of eggs. “Would you like to try a pickled egg?”

Brianna seems a little too eager at the prospect of a pickled egg, so I say, “Sure. That would be great. Thank you.”

Like a gentleman, I let Brianna taste the egg first.

Her face scrunches up before returning to normal. “Whew, that is strong.”

The woman laughs with Brianna. “Try it with some pepper. Here.”

She picks up a small bottle of seasoning before sprinkling it onto the egg. “Try this. It’s my own blend of black pepper, cayenne pepper, and garlic powder.”

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