Page 60 of Foreplay on Words

“Those are coming tomorrow.” I nodded seriously. Maybe those should be my next purchase. Evan in leather would be hot.

His head fell back with laughter as he smiled. God, he was so pretty. Dramatically, he made a show of blowing out a noisy breath and shaking his hands out.

“Just open it,” I urged impatiently.

“I will.” He stared at the flaps of the box warily. “I’m getting ready.”

“Fine, I’ll open it.” I slid the box toward myself, and he slapped his hand on top of it.

“Mine,” he laughed as I raised my hands and leaned against the counter behind me.

“Let’s see.” He cautiously peered inside the flap as I watched him. He pulled the first item out and held it up, reading the message. “Fuck! This is great.”

He laughed as he stood up and held the apron to his chest. “What do you think?”

“You could probably lose the pants,” I shrugged, “but I think it’ll look pretty damn good.”

He set it down on the counter and opened the flaps of the box wide, his eyebrows shooting up as he appraised the other item in there.

I reached inside the box, snatched it up, and held it against my chest. “This one is for me.”

He swallowed heavily as I winked in response. Who knew wooden spatulas could be so much fun?

“You want me to go where?” he asked warily a few hours later.

“Oh, come on, it’ll be fun,” I was borderline begging, but I didn’t care.

He sighed as he pressed his forehead into my shoulder. “All we need to do is run into town quickly. We need food, not locally sourced honey.”

I pouted as I leaned back from him. “Please. Think of the fun sticky things we could do with that honey.”

“Not the lip, put away the lip,” he groaned, and his warm breath fanned over my shoulder.

“Pretty please.” I was working with my best material here.

“You’re lucky I...” His voice cut off abruptly as his body went still.

“You?” It could be my imagination, but it almost sounded like something else.

“Tolerate you,” he sighed heavily.

I blew him a kiss as I ran to the hook by his front door to grab my purse. “Let’s go, Jeeves, you’re driving.”

He grumbled all the way to the detached garage that was a few feet away from the house. I was bouncing on my toes as he punched the code into the keypad by the door, and it slowly started to rise.

“Nice ride,” I cooed, lifting my eyebrows at him. He had an Audi sedan, a metallic sapphire blue color with shiny rims and low-profile tires.

“Chicks dig it,” he nodded seriously.

I laughed at his apparent pride over his precious car while he motioned me toward the passenger door, pulling it open.

“You’ve had lots of chicks in your car?” I teased as I tried to play along with his bravado.

“Just one. But I know she digs it.” And its owner.

He held my hand and helped guide me into the passenger seat.

“Hmmm. It’s decent,” I said dismissively. “But the driver’s pretty hot.”

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