Page 20 of The Naughty Elf

He meets my gaze with the same wash of emotions in his eyes.

“What do we do about it?” I ask, stepping closer, lowering my voice. “I can only handle so much more before I won’t be able to help myself. If she gives me the green light, I’m going for it. Just so you know.”

“This is fucked,” Sawyer says.

“Because if she gives you permission, you won’t hesitate?” I run a hand through my hair, but not out of agitation. If the three of us get a taste of her, I don’t care. As long as I get mine.

No, that’s not right. I do care. The instinct to howl to the moon and pee on what’s mine is strong. Even if I have no claim on her. I’ve never had this kind of reaction to a woman. But what’s quickly becoming clear to me, is that if she wants Sawyer and Jackson, too, I can live with that.

I’m pretty sure.

So long as she wants me.

Sawyer swallows hard. “Might hesitate.”

I laugh low. “But only just, right?”

“Only just,” Sawyer confirms.

“Are we in a fucking pickle or what?”

He’s rubbing his face again, and I press the heel of my palm against my chest. I really don’t think a taste will be enough.

“Or what,” Sawyer agrees. I can see his primal thoughts churning.

I’ve never fought with a friend over a woman, but I’m willing to now. Ginger will be worth it. Still, I don’t want to go there if I don’t have to. “I won’t stand in your way if you don’t stand in mine.”

My friend, my co-worker, and business partner straightens his back and extends his massive hand. We shake on it, and I’vegot to wonder if Jackson will be so amenable. Those two work together in the house all day.

And he’s charming as fuck. It’s how he got that fine-ass ex-wife of his in the first place. Their still being friends is the kicker. Jackson has game.

Sawyer clears his throat. “What about Bennett?”

Cold slams down my spine, and my eyes close in despair. “Shit. Bennett.”

He nods. Our friend is going to be a problem, but I don’t think I care enough for it to be a real factor in my trying to date his daughter. Although I’m sure the dates will not be what he objects to.

But fuck, I’ve been dreaming about draping her legs over my back and burying my face in her pussy for two weeks straight.

This isn’t something that’s going away.

“I’m not bringing it up to him. If you do, leave me out of it.” It’s a shitty thing to do, but I can’t give her up.

The front door opens, and we both turn to look. The late afternoon sun highlights a curvy silhouette. Ginger steps in with her patent smile.

She’s got a plate in her hand, like a Susie homemaker. Too bad she didn’t have the frilly apron on. That would have made the fantasy complete.

I try not to undress her with my eyes, knowing that skirt is tight as sin, and that the moment she turns around, I’ll take my fill of looking at her ass. Instead, those aqua eyes keep my attention as she stalks closer.

God, don’t stare at the swing of her hips. Do. Not. Stare.

My gaze drops briefly as she looks at Sawyer.

Wrangling myself, I work to keep my tone light as she nears. “And to what do we owe the pleasure, Mischief Elf?”

That purse of her mouth hides her smile, but I know it’s lingering under there. “You both ran off before you got to try my new experiment.”

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