Page 22 of Aim Assist

But... would it really be so bad? It's a drink. One little drink never hurt anyone. And if that drink happens to lead somewhere else, well, sometimes things happen.

Serendipity and all that.

I realize I'm staring. Liam's brow furrows, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "If you're not up for it, no pressure. I just thought—"

"No!" The word bursts out of me, too loud and too eager. Wincing, I try again. "I mean, yes. A drink sounds great, actually, but no. I'm walking the dog."

I lift my hand, the one holding her leash.

Lucky, the darling girl, is sprawled over his shoes, wiggling her back and showing her belly as she pleads for his attention.

The bitch is competing with me. What the hell.

The grin that splits his face is nothing short of devastating. "I enjoy walking dogs, too."

I was fucking right.

I. Was. Fucking. Right.

He was flirting with me. No, he is flirting with me.

The man wants me.

Fuck the vibrator. I know exactly what I want on my clit tonight, and it isn't my favorite little rose-shaped battery-operated boyfriend.

Reckless in a way that shouldn't happen until I've had a few shots of whiskey and a lot of eye-fucking foreplay, I rest a hand against his shoulder.

His eyes darken, sending a thrill straight through me. I trail my hand down his muscular arm, skin prickling under my fingertips.

He's hot. Hard. Warm.

The way he watches me makes me want to yank him into my room and slam the door. Lucky can walk herself, right?

No. Of course not.

I'm a responsible human. I would never.

Reaching the hand splayed against my lower back, I tap it with my index finger. "As much as I'm enjoying this, we can't start our walk until you let me go." I purr the words, quirking my lips in a coy grin.

The way his fingers flex against my back—

Fuck. Yes.

He's definitely on board.

"Maybe I don't want to let you go."

God damn. The way he says it, low and rough, has my thighs clenching. I should go inside and change my fucking panties.

I lean in closer, tilting my head back to meet his smoldering gaze from behind my sunglasses. "Then I guess we're at an impasse."

"Guess so." But he makes no move to release me. If anything, his arm tightens, pulling me flush against him.

Oh, yeah.

Damn.

The way his fingers slip down a little, pushing my hips further than the rest of me. The way his arousal is hard behind that soft, silken fabric that does nothing to hide the size of him.

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