Page 68 of Hitting the Gap

“Absolutely.” He flicked another glance at the yellow stone resting on her breasts. “I’m just gonna be a total pig here and get this out of the way. I remember you having a great rack, but I don’t remember it being this great.”

She snorted. “The only benefit to the extra pounds I’ve put on.”

“I don’t know that it’s the only benefit. Your ass looks pretty good, too.”

“You don’t think it’s too big?”

“Too big for what?”

She chewed on her bottom lip and shrugged.

Hating how insecure she seemed to feel about her body, he slid his hands up the side of her thighs and rested them on her hips. Bailey’s chest rose and she licked her lips.

What he really wanted to do was grab her ass and make it crystal clear there wasn’t a single thing wrong with it, but this wasn’t the place for that. Needing to keep it PG, he squeezed her hips with both hands. “Feels perfect to me.”

“Brad said, anything more than a handful was a waste.”

“I thought we’ve already established Brad’s a fucking idiot.”

“We did,” she replied.

“So he doesn’t deserve any space in this head of yours.” He held her stare. “What was that lecture of yours I sat in a couple years back? Kinks through the ages or something like that, right?”

“Yeah?” Her forehead wrinkled as her eyes narrowed in question.

“So explain to me how Brad needing to denigrate a woman to get off means there’s something wrong with you.”

Bailey’s gaze darted toward where Brad was sitting. “What do you mean?”

“Come on, Bay, you teach this shit. Clearly, you can see exactly what kind of guy Brad is.”

“Umm.” She blinked several times like her brain was trying to play catch-up with his train of thoughts.

“He puts you down, makes you feel like shit about your body to the point you’re grateful for any scraps he gives you. Meanwhile, he’s doing the whole power play fuck his assistant thing and stringing you both on?” The guy sounded pretty pathetic to him.

“Oh my god, you’re right.” Bailey gaped at him. “Why did I not see that?”

He raised one shoulder. “Like you said, sometimes it’s hard to see when you’re in the middle of the game.”

A server walked up to their table carrying two plates. He held up his right hand slightly. “Taco platter?”

Bailey raised her hand. The server slid a steaming plate filled with tacos, rice, and beans in front of her.

“That must mean you’re the enchiladas divorciadas,” the man said as he set a large platter in front of Gonzo. “Can I bring you anything else?”

Gonzo looked over at Bailey, staring raptly at her plate. “I think we’re good, man.”

“Enjoy.”

He leaned down and inhaled his dinner. “Smells good.”

“I’m never going to be able to eat all this,” Bailey said.

“Feel free to pass over anything you don’t want.”

Bailey picked up a taco and set it on his plate.

“You haven’t even started. How do you know you aren’t going to want it?”

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