Page 58 of Dirty Temptation

She’s going to regret that when she sobers up.

“Go Atlas, go Atlas.” Payton claps, jumping on the spot.

Then again, everyone is pretty roasted.

“Jesus, the pressure.” I cry, picking up one of the balls. I jog on the spot making a huge deal, roll my shoulders, and ignore Levi’s snort.

I lick my finger and hold it up into the wind.

“For the love of god.” Daniel and Logan moan simultaneously making everyone laugh.

I turn and wink at Molly, then release the ball.

“No, no, nooo.” Aidan holds his hands out.

“Yessss,” Bella and Payton sing as Molly steps up beside me and grips my arm in anticipation.

It knocks Daniel’s ball and moves right into prime position beside the white master ball.

“Woohooo!” Levi and Knox scream as if I just won the Super Bowl for us.

Molly leaps into my arms and smacks a kiss on my lips as I catch her.

Then we go still, staring at one another.

Shit.

We are fucking useless at this.

I let her down and glance around as everyone continues celebrating. No one cared in the slightest. They’re too busy arguing.

The Dufort’s claim we cheated, and I hear Fletcher demand some video footage.

“Fucking hell.” Knox laughs and punches him in the arm.

A bottle of champagne pops and I glance down at Molly.

“That didn’t happen,” Molly says, wiping her mouth.

“Nope,” I say, and we shake hands.

As if that negates what just happened.

Publicly.

But we smile at one another and her bashful blush is back. I want to see her ass cheeks blush next.

When we get back to the house midafternoon, everyone heads off in their own direction for a nap. The yard has been set up with pop-up tents for what Payton has called a festival dinner.

I’m intrigued.

And a little drunk.

And eager to get ahold of Harlow.

I wander across to the beach and start making calls.

CHAPTER TWELVE

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