Page 40 of For the Sub

She even glanced in his direction a few times to make sure he was holding his own.

Here or at the Den, Brandy was the perfect hostess. “It appears I should get the grill going,” he said when she poured more candy into the dish.

“Good plan. Do you prefer matches or a flamethrower, Sir?”

“Flamethrower,” he said.

“Of course, Sir. It’s in there.” She pointed toward a drawer then grabbed the hamburgers from the refrigerator. “The cooking utensils and seasonings are already outside.”

“You did a lot of preparation ahead of time.”

She shot him a glance and blushed slightly. “I wanted to have some free time in case you arrived early.”

“I’m glad you did.” Since there were other people around, they weren’t able to continue the conversation.

Good thing.

Thinking about private time with her made him hard as a rock, and his dick might have demanded he take her in her bedroom and lock the door, bend her over the bed, and clamp a hand over her mouth so no one could hear her screams of pleasure.

Instead, he cracked his knuckles then grabbed the long, thin lighter. “Show me the way.”

He followed her through the carport and into the backyard.

The evening air was brisk. With the shorter days, it wouldn’t be long before dusk descended.

She had set up a small table next to the grill and she put the platter on top of it.

“Looks as if you thought of everything,” he said, eyeing the extra plates, assorted spices, and a long-handled spatula.

Brandy folded her arms and rubbed them as he lit the grill.

“What? Didn’t think I was capable?” he asked.

“I just wanted to watch you work.”

“Your nipples are hard.”

“Really? It’s just from the cold,” she assured him.

Pretty little liar.

“Anticipating what will happen later when I’m unrelenting with you?”

She blushed. “And I’m remembering the night at the Den.”

He wasn’t sure he’d ever met a woman more adept at flirtation. “Do we have to feed people before we send them home?”

“I’m afraid so.”

They shared a laugh.

“But I’ve never looked forward to the end of an evening more.”

Then, saying she needed to set out the garnishes and sliced cheese, she excused herself.

Hypnotized by the sway of her hips, he watched her go.

Within a few minutes, he started cooking the first burgers, and it wasn’t long before one of her male friends joined him.

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