Page 28 of Bearly Mated

Her words eased my worry.

I kissed the back of her hand before releasing it so I could close the door and walk around to the driver’s side.

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CALLIE

Hudson’s housewas absolutely gorgeous.

Big windows.

Cozy furniture, paint, and flooring.

Fancy appliances.

Modern everything.

My dad’s house had been in serious need of updating when I was a kid, and he’d never bothered, so the style of it was more than forty years out of date.

At Hudson’s instruction, I sat on the counter while he made dinner for us.

“Do you think you’d be willing to move here?” he asked me, as he stirred the chili on the stove with his spare hand sitting on my thigh.

“Yep.” I nodded. “But if you leave me, I’m keeping this place.”

“I’ll put it in the contract,” he agreed, flashing me a grin. “Because I’m not leaving.”

“Good.”

“Now, I want to hear about the bastard who taught you how to give a blowjob. And all the other assholes you’ve dated.”

I rolled my eyes. “We’re not talking about my exes right now.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ve always been possessive, even before we were actually together. The last thing I need is to make that worse.”

“I’ll trade something in exchange.” He continued stirring.

“Like…”

“Orgasms.”

I blinked.

His hand left my thigh as he set his spoon down and washed his hands in the sink.

Suddenly, I was feeling warm.

Very warm.

“That’s not fair,” I said, as he walked back over.

“Never said it was.” He pulled me smoothly to the edge of the countertop, then peeled the waistband of my leggings downward. When he reached my ass, I lifted it for him.

Probably shouldn’t have, but I wanted him to touch me.

“What would the morality police say about forcing me to tell you about my exes in exchange for sexual favors?” I countered,settling back down on my ass, wearing nothing but my shirt and a pair of panties.

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