Page 14 of Dating the Bad Boy

“Uh, fuck yeah. I do if you’re on the menu.”

Her dimples pop out, her laughter echoing around the shower. “I like the way you think, Asa Steele.”

“What can I say? I’m a smart motherfucker.”

“Isit just me or is everyone staring at us?” Leslie whispers, glancing around the diner over two hours later. We had to swing by my place so I could change. Which resulted in me fucking her in my bed.

What? She said it looked soft. We had to test it out to see if she was right. Turns out, it’s a lot softer when she’s beneath me, screaming my name.

“Oh, they’re definitely staring,” I mutter, not even bothering to look up from our interlinked hands to check. I can feel their eyes on us. I also don’t give a fuck. “They’re probably wondering what a sweet girl like you is doing here with me. I bet they think I kidnapped you.”

She snorts laughter. “Should I write a note on a napkin and pass it to the waitress?”

“Depends.” I cock a brow at her. “You going to ask for a rescue or tell her to leave you in captivity?”

“Mm. I suppose I’ll stay in captivity if you let me order whatever I want off the menu.”

I grin, genuinely amused. “I get to keep you if I let you order whatever you want? That’s all it takes?”

“I’m a simple girl, Asa,” she says, shrugging. “Feed me, make me come, give me a little excitement, tell me sweet things, and I’m all yours.”

I cup her cheek, staring into those perfect eyes. “Baby, there ain’t nothing simple about you. You’re goddamn perfect.”

“For you,” she whispers.

“No.” I shake my head, my voice firm. “When I say you’re perfect, I mean you’re perfect from the top of your head to your oddly small feet.”

“My feet are not oddly small. Yours are just huge,” she scoffs. “You wear a size bajillion.”

“That is not what size I wear.”

“Close enough.”

“I want to kiss you right now.”

“What’s stopping you?” she asks, her eyes dropping to my lips.

“Mostly, the waitress standing behind you.”

She turns slowly, glancing over her shoulder at Letty, who grins at her, her wizened face alight with humor. “Don’t let me stop you, hon,” the elderly woman says. “If you want to kiss the big oaf, go for it.”

“Jesus Christ, Letty,” I complain. “It’s too early for you to start your bullshit.”

“Then don’t seat yourself in my section.” The old woman shrugs, smirking at me. And then she glances at Leslie. “How’d you end up with this idiot?”

“I won him at the county auction,” Leslie says without missing a beat. “He was the freshest meat on the block.”

Letty throws her head back, cackling loudly. “Oh, boy,” she says, looking at me. “You’re in trouble with this one.”

“I can see that,” I say, scrubbing a hand down my face. Jesus Christ. Why does her sass make me so fucking hard? She says the wildest shit in the sweetest voice, and I just want to tip her over backward and fuck the daylights out of her.

“It’s about time you met someone you weren’t capable of scaring off,” Letty says, whipping out her pen and notepad. “Someone needs to settle your ass down and give you babies before your swimmers stop swimming.”

“Jesus Christ, Letty,” I groan. “My swimmers swim just fine.”

“You’ll be shooting dust in a few years, boy,” she says, arching a brow at me. “You ain’t no spring chicken anymore. Don’t play with me.”

Leslie buries her face in my shoulder, giggling.

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