Page 44 of Yours for the Taking (Falling For A Rose)

Her prompt slowed him, his fervent hold on her skin loosened, then trickling into a nibble.

“Jacob,” she panted.

He lifted his gaze to her, looking every bit of the starved man she’d turned him into.

Thoroughly turned on, Carla wiggled her hips.

“Jeans,” she prompted.

Chapter Twelve

His massive hands gripped her thighs when a cell phone rang from within one of her pockets.

Frowning, Carla groaned, recognizing the tune. “I’m sorry, I need to get this.”

Releasing her, Jacob lifted his glass and took the rest of the alcohol down in one gulp.

A soft hand landed on his forearm, and he gave Carla his attention.

“I’m sorry,” she mouthed, answering the call on speakerphone. “Hey, Dad, how are you?”

“Hey, baby. It would be better if you called me more often. What’s gotten into you?”

“I…um, I’ve just been a little busy, is all. But you’re right. I’m slacking.”

Jacob lifted her by her hips, and she slid down his torso, charging their bodies even more as she landed on her feet.

Damn!

This was such a bad time for her father to call.

She lifted her glass and drank the rest of her Moscato and mindlessly talked to her father while she watched Jacob move around the room, busying himself with other drafts.

“I can’t believe you spent four days ice fishing. Did you catch anything?”

“Three catfish.”

“Seriously?” She was impressed.

“You would’ve known had you called.”

“You’re right, as always.”

“And another thing, don’t ever hang up on your father like you did the other week.”

“Dad, I’ve spoken to you since then, and now you’re just bringing up old stuff.”

“Un-huh. I hadn’t forgotten, but you’re good with shifting the conversation. I wanted to make sure this time to let you know, just because you’re grown doesn’t mean you can’t get popped.”

Carla snickered. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

“What are you doing now? You should come to spend the night with your father. It’s about time we sit back and eat dinner and watch your favorite TV show.”

“Dad, I haven’t watchedMrs. Doubtfiresince the last time you made me watch it,” Carla shrugged.

“Made you?”

“Yeah. That, andLiar, Liar, and the full seasons ofFamily Matters.”

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