Page 7 of Unwrapping His Naughty Secret

she promises not to put peas in it

Hunter

A trifle would be great, thanks

If his wife wants to bring trifle that had peas in it, I wouldn’t fucking care. That would be hilarious, actually.

The door opens, the bell above it chiming, and I drop my phone on the coffee table as I catch sight of dark, glossy waves framing a soft, round face.

She’s looking straight ahead, scanning the coffee shop. My chest tightens as I realize she doesn’t clock me at all. No instinctive glance in my direction.

I brace myself for a look of disappointmentwhen she finally turns around.

She goes to the counter, slowly unzipping her coat as she orders a vanilla latte. Her hand pauses as the barista explains it’s paid for already. A gesture in my direction. Her head turns and?—

Fuck. Me.

Her eyes widen as our gazes connect. I stand, rising to my full height, and I have to brush my big hands on my jeans, they’re suddenly sweaty and damp.

She’s at least a foot shorter than me, and so damn pretty the force of looking at her nearly rips out my throat.

Hi, I mouth, pointing at my chest.Hunter.

She smiles.

Thank. Fuck.

She comes over and I start to hold out my hand before I remembered it was sweaty and also, who shakes hands with the girl they’re going to kiss? So I convert that to an arm pat that makes her laugh nervously.

Great.

So far, not starting out well.

“You’re here,” she says as I sit down onthe couch again. “Thanks for the, umm, coffee. And the, you know…”

“My pleasure on both counts. Good morning. It’s nice to meet you in person.”

As I string together that barely coherent response, it takes me a minute to realize she’s looking down at the narrow space left on the couch beside me, and then my brain flat lines because I didn’t think about where she could sit.

On Daddy’s lap would be nice.

Not happening, Hunter.

I move over after an awkward beat, and she sets her latte down, then shrugs out of her coat. Underneath, she’s wearing jeans and a cream-colored turtleneck sweater that floats over full breasts and a soft little belly.

She’s perfectly ripe, my filthiest dreams come to life, and my cock throbs to life. Which makes it even harder to think when she finally joins me on the sofa, bringing with her a sweet vanilla and brown sugar scent that makes my mouth water.

“It’s so quiet this early in the morning.” She takes a deep breath. “This is nice.Thanks for suggesting this. I mean, it’s nice to have a…”

“Prelude to a kiss?”

She gives me a blank look, not getting the reference to the 1990s rom com at all. Right. She wasn’t even born then. “Yes, I guess that’s one way to describe it.” She grabs her latte. “How’s your coffee?”

“Great.” I haven’t even tasted it yet. I follow suit, and it is, in fact, excellent.

She lets out a nervous laugh. “I bet you think it’s silly that I’m this worked up over a kiss.”

“Not at all. I’m nervous, too. This is my first date in a very long time.” I shift myself sideways so I can better look at her. My knee bumps her thigh, and she sucks in a tiny little inhale before glancing at me from under her lashes. Then she presses back, increasing the contact there. Leg against knee. Warm, unexpected contact that feels really fucking right, at least for me.

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