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When we’re done with the food, I take Dotty’s hand and tug her toward the woods. There’s a little path through here that I want to show her.

“I should help with cleanup. What’s everyone going to think?” She murmurs even though she goes with me willingly.

“They’re thinking that your boyfriend needs a moment alone with you,” I tell her as I prowl closer to her.

She steps back instinctively, seeing the look in my eyes. I’ve been waiting all morning long to get her alone. Now that I have her, I want to corner her and taste her sweet lips. She told me Friday on the way to Ernie’s Diner that she wasn’t ready for my face to become her throne. So I’ll go slow for now.

“And what if I wanted a moment alone with you too?” She whispers, her eyes dilated. Fuck, is that why she was squirming beside me in the pew today?

Maybe my sweet girl is as horny as I am. The thought gives me hope. Maybe I won’t have to work as hard to convince her to be mine as I think I will.

I thread my fingers through her hair, tugging on the strands. Just hard enough to get her attention and teach her that I’m in charge.

She whimpers my name, the same way she does in all of my favorite fantasies starring her. It’s only ever her. Now I know why another woman never caught my eye, why I couldn’t do random hookups like a lot of the crew members. I was waiting for my forever.

I continue kissing her neck, working my way up until I’m at her jaw, her cheeks… then, finally, my lips are against hers. Stars explode behind my eyes and I know that this is what I’m meant to be doing for the rest of my life. I’m meant to be with this beautiful woman. Kissing her. Adoring her. Loving her.

I nip at her lip until she’s opening her mouth to my invasion, letting me take everything I want from her.

I tangle my tongue with hers while my hand skims her side to caress her breasts. She has beautiful tits. Firm and juicy, the type a man can hold onto.

I move to put my other hand on her back, needing to press her closer. The bark scratches my knuckles and through the haze of lust, it registers that I need to move her.

Without moving my lips from hers, I spin her around, so my back is pressed up against the tree. Then I crush her body against mine, pulling her so close that I can feel the way her breasts are smashed against me.

She finally pulls away long enough to take a deep breath. Her chest brushes mine as she heaves. The little panting noises she makes are driving me wild, making me imagine what it’ll be like the first time I get her under me.

Her lips are swollen and the wild look in her eyes tells me she’s frightened. Not of me. She’s not afraid of me. She’s afraid of what’s happening between us, this intensity that’s growing like a hurricane gathering strength off the coast. When we finally get together, it’s going to be a category five storm and we both know it.

I reach to straighten her clothes. At least, I try to. She steps away from me and tugs her dress into place, covering her gorgeous body. “Zac, we can’t do this.”

“Why the hell not?” I demand, still breathing hard and willing myself to get my body under control. If my dick doesn’t go down soon, I’m going to be indecent in front of the fine folks of our community.

“Because I might forget that I’m not really yours,” she admits.

Before I can say anything, she’s stomping out from behind the trees.

I watch her go, studying the sway of her fine ass and I can’t help but grin. This woman is as crazy for me as I am for her. “The hell you aren’t mine, sweetheart.”

Chapter 9

Dotty

Officially, I hate social media. The comments have been vicious. Girls pointing out my every flaw. Men commenting on my body.

I wish I could say the one good thing is that my parents saw the news and reached out. But they didn’t. Of course they didn’t. I shouldn’t let it all hurt so much, but my heart is raw. The bright spot in all of it is that Zac texts me every morning. He calls me his beautiful girl. He says he’s crazy about me.

I know he’s playing the part, like he was when he dragged me into the woods and started kissing me. Kisses that left my panties damp and my body aching for his touch. But I’m not his, and this is a fantasy I’m living.

“What’s wrong?” Sadie asks quietly when I enter her bakery an hour before our book club meeting. The other girls aren’t here yet. I needed time to catch up with my bestie. We’ve barely talked since the news broke even though she’s been dying to know the details.

To my embarrassment, I burst into tears. She ushers me into the back of the bakery, so her customers don’t see her friend having a complete meltdown. She gestures at Barrett to handlethe tables. He hangs around a lot. Ever since the two of them got together, I rarely see them apart. It’s so sweet and so romantic.

“Spill it,” Sadie says when we’re in the commercial kitchen. She’s shoved a jelly donut and a coffee at me.

I take a bite of the donut and sniff. “I’m not really dating Zac.”

She makes a sympathetic noise but doesn’t offer any commentary on the fact that I’ve been lying to everyone. “Is that what has you feeling sad?”

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