Page 70 of In Spades

Will didn’t run, though. Instead, he leaned in, cradled my cheeks, and kissed me.

“No arguments here,” he said, pecking my lips. “You’re there for them, and I’m here for you. And when y’all are comfortable with it, me, you, and them will be an us. Because I don’t plan on keeping my distance forever.”

He backed off, but didn’t take his hands off my body. The sparks I felt last night still smoldered as Will skated his hands up my waist, trailing his fingers along my ribs.

My eyes slammed shut, and I whimpered as his thumbs ghosted over my breasts. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. If he had kept going, my nipples would’ve sliced through my tank top.

“So, when can I see you again?” he asked. “I gotta admit, Kris, I’m half-tempted to book a room at the inn for another two weeks.”

“I’d rather see you outside of work where I can do this,” I said, pulling him in for another kiss.

His lips still tasted faintly of bacon and pancake syrup. His tongue slid into my mouth, drawing me in and deepening the connection. He grabbed my hips and hauled me to the edge of the seat. His hands gripped the back of my knees as he lifted and wrapped my legs around his waist.

I broke the kiss with a giggle. “If I don’t get going, I’m gonna end up doing something wholly indecent in this parking lot. Then Mel’s gonna have to move.”

“Then I get to objectify you.”

I swatted him on the chest, stifling laughter. “William Solomon, I am a lady.”

He grinned before silencing me with another kiss. Goosebumps flooded my skin when he brought his lips to my ear and whispered, “You never answered my question, Kristin. When can I see you again?”

The sudden firmness of his tone sent a shiver down my spine. Pinpricks of heat flashed across my skin at the deep rasp in his voice.

Fuck. Will could read the phone book and bring me to orgasm with that voice.

“Do you have plans on Monday night?” I asked, finally.

He leaned back and cracked a smile. “Sunshine, I never have plans.”

I pecked his lips and hopped down from his truck. My sandals hit the pavement, and I laughed because of how much he towered over me.

“I’ll check and see if I can bring a plus-one for poker night. But Monday?”

“Monday,” he confirmed, dropping a kiss on top of my head.

We walked hand-in-hand to my car, then did the whole lingering routine at my car door for another twenty minutes. Before we finally said goodbye, Will warned me he would call me if I didn’t call him by nine o’clock tonight.

I found a certain comfort in being with someone that made plans and left nothing up in the air.

Not, what do you wanna do?

Not, I’ll text you sometime.

Will told me exactly when he would call me if I didn’t beat him to it.

I clenched my thighs together as I drove back to Havelock. I really needed to get laid. I began prioritizing as I ran through my mental to-do list:

Text the poker club.

Schedule a doctor’s appointment.

Talk to the kids.

That last item made me more nervous than the gynecologist’s stainless-steel duckbill torture device.

I wasn’t trying to go overboard, and I wasn’t trying to be difficult. Admittedly, being born to teenage parents made me overly cautious. But it wasn’t just that I didn’t want to get pregnant now; I didn’t want to get pregnant ever.

That was a topic I wasn’t looking forward to discussing with Will.

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