Page 81 of Time to Bounce

I shook my head, smiling despite the rejection I was about to give. “I’m very solidly taken.”

Gable had said he wanted to try.

And I was one who gave it my all.

Gable was something I’d wanted for a very, very long time.

I deserved to be happy, and I had a feeling that, if I let him, Gable would make that happen.

“Who?” he asked, as if he was ready for a challenge.

Before I could answer, a couple of loud greetings of ‘see ya’ and ‘catch you later’ were yelled, and then I heard bootsteps making their way toward me.

I looked over just in time to see Gable marching toward me as if he was on a mission.

And because I wanted to, when he got close enough, I launched myself at him from the top step.

He caught me easily, just like I knew he would.

One hand went to cover my ass—which was probably a good thing because my dress rode up a little bit on the take off—and the other went up to my upper back.

“You are in so much trouble,” he growled against my lips.

I smiled, my teeth brushing against his upper lip, and said, “What’s for dinner?”

He said something under his breath before saying louder, “You.”

This is not the summer for organic deodorant.

—Gable’s secret thoughts

GABLE

“What are you doing?” I laughed as I watched her unroll her napkin and place it on the booth’s bench she was about to sit on.

“This dress rides up,” she said.

Oh, I knew that.

I was currently watching her bend over the booth we’d just been shown to, and I could almost see the lips of her sex.

Fuck.

That might be sort of an exaggeration, but it wasn’t far off from the truth.

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “It does.”

“And I don’t want my bare pussy sitting on this bench that so many people have sat on,” she continued.

Bare.

Pussy.

Did she just say bare pussy?

She sat down before I could ask, then looked up at me with an innocent look on her face.

That dress.

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