Page 33 of Falling For Temptation

“Hey, Dan,” I say brightly, turning to smile at him. “What are you studying for?” I take a seat in Adam’s booth.

“Biology. It’s almost as complicated as what you two have going on.”

He sure is a blunt one.

Adam kicks him under the table, and he grunts in pain.

“I was kidding, geez.” His eyes look mischievous.

I’m thinking he likes to screw with his brother. I cackle at the harsh glare on Adam’s face, directed at him.

“It’s fine. I can take a joke,” I reassure him.

I loop an arm under his, and we join hands under the table. His eyes are darkening as they focus on my lips again. I’ve created a monster, and I think it needs to be fed.

“Is your boss okay with us being here? I don’t want to get you in trouble.” His voice is a rumble as he leans closer toward me.

“Yeah. Billy isn’t here on Mondays. Just me and Sal. She thinks you’re an underwear model.” I’m teasing, but he still blushes.

His hand in mine lifts from the booth, and he puts them both on the inside of my thighs, his thumb brushing my skin. Tiny, little electric bolts shoot up my legs, and I breathe in.

“I’m going to get a refill,” Dan mumbles as he exits the booth.

“Should I—” I start to move, but Adam interrupts and grabs my other hand.

“No, stay.” His thick lashes flutter down over his honey eyes, our faces close enough to almost touch.

“I missed you today,” he says, our shoulders brushing.

“I missed you too. I looked for you at lunch.” There’s a question in my voice.

“Yeah, sorry. I had a meeting.” He doesn’t elaborate.

It’s almost one in the morning, but I have to close down the bar.

“You’re so sweet to come visit me. Do you want to come over and watch The Princess Bride after I get off?”

It’s a big step out of our comfort zone. We have yet to be in a bedroom since our new, suddenly addictive dynamic. I don’t tell him Kenna went home for her mom’s birthday.

He grins, nodding his head.

“I’m going to take Dan back, then come get you, okay?” His voice is low and intimate.

My response is a nod, and we are both frozen. The moment is hinging on whether or not we are going to kiss in front of his brother at my place of work.

He settles with lifting my hand to his mouth and softly pressing his lips to my knuckles. Thousands of butterflies are migrating through my stomach.

An hour later, I walk out to his pickup, idling under the streetlights. He steps out and gestures for me to get in on his side. I’m perched in the middle of the row seat when he sits back down and closes the door. After shifting the gear, his arm moves around my shoulders. He plants a kiss on the top of my head.

“Everything go okay after I left?” he asks.

He smells divine, like his usual cedar and a fresh shower. My stomach tightens at what this might mean for tonight.

“It was dull and boring without you there to watch me.”

I’m pressed up against his side.

“Maybe I’ll just have to be there more often to keep you entertained.” His voice is playful, and I laugh.

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