“No.”
“I could get it out of you.”
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Now you’re just getting full of yourself.”
“I’d rather be full of something else.”
“McKenzie…”
“Yes, Duke?”
“I feel like this is getting way out of control before we’re ready for that.”
“You’re not ready for it?”
“I want to be, but…”
“But what?”
“You’re a lot younger than me.”
“I know.”
“You’re a single mom.”
“I also know that.”
“You’re Rosemary’s granddaughter, and she meant the world to me.”
“She did to me, too. Isn’t that a nice thing to have in common?”
“It is, but…”
“Duke?”
“What?”
“Do you want to have sex with me?”
“Holy hell, woman.”
“Well, do you?”
He pressed his hard cock against her and nearly whimpered from the jolt of pleasure. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“Yeah, it is, so why are you trying to come up with a million reasons why we shouldn’t?”
“I don’t want to mess this up.”
“You couldn’t.”
He laughed—hard. “Sweetheart, there are a millionbazillionways I could mess this up.”
“You won’t.”