Page 52 of Break Out

I nodded and pulled the drain stopper on the sink. “That’s right. Who’s the Riot woman who wins every year? She belongs to Roll, is her name Tricia?”

She laughed again, loud but short. “You mean Trixie, and she isn’t in it this year.”

“Get the fuck out.”

Her smirk gave her the barest hint of a dimple. “No, her daughter is taking her place. I damn sure can’t miss that.”

I yanked the dish towel out of her hold, dried my hands, then threw it on the counter. Grabbing her wrists, I pulled her closer and wrapped my arms around her. “Guess not. What time is that tomorrow?”

She rested her hands on my chest and gazed up at me. “Around lunch, I think. Why?”

“I’ll take you.”

She closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, I saw wariness and caution there. “You’re sending a fair number of mixed signals, sir.”

My cock twitched hearing her call me ‘sir.’ That didn’t feel natural and right, it felt like a balm.

I stayed focused. “You’re right, but you’re not leaving my side this weekend. I’m a total bastard for this, but if you can hack it, I’m gonna spend the next two days with you and to hell with the consequences.”

Her head tilted and her eyes narrowed. “If I can hack it?”

I grinned. “As long as you don’t expect more. Don’t get attached. I’m a selfish asshole and I want as much of you as I can have all weekend. After that… we go our separate ways because I’m bad for you.”

“Bad for me?”

I dipped my chin. “You and your lime-sized peanut deserve better.”

The calculating look on her face, I expected an argument.

Instead, she grinned. “I’ll go get my boots and a change of clothes.”

Perfect.

“Is the coast clear?” Simone asked, coming out of the bedroom in my fifth-wheel.

For the second time that morning, I admired her figure in her dark purple baby-doll dress. The damn thing made me war with myself.

“It’s clear, but you’re in trouble, baby.”

She grinned, and hell if I didn’t see the outline of her nipples against the cotton dress. That had my blood rushing south.

“Why am I in trouble?” she asked, her tone light and innocent.

I crooked my finger at her. “You know exactly how fuckin’ sexy that dress is and you wore it around one of my chapter presidents. Had him drooling over you so bad I almost punched him, which forced me to send you to the bedroom.”

She smirked while strolling toward me, slower than normal, putting some extra sway in her sexy hips. “Like you weren’t going to do that anyway? No way are the two of you meeting while I’m within earshot.”

I hadn’t moved from my seat on the couch, but she now stood within a foot of me. We’d maintained eye contact the entire time. My hand darted out, grabbed hers, and I yanked her onto my lap.

She let out a surprised yelp, but quickly shifted so she straddled me. Her beaming smile twisted me up inside.

“You wearing this just to make me jealous?”

Her brows drew together. “No, crazy man. I’m wearing it because it’s sexy as fuck, I knew you’d like it, and the open criss-cross cut-out in the back keeps me cooler than my tank tops do.”

I rubbed my hands up and down her rib cage, slowing at the top so my thumbs grazed her nipples.

She leaned toward me. “And I was right. You really like it.”

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