Page 72 of Inked Obsession

“On your date?” She raised a brow. “Apparently, yes, I am.”

I laughed. “We’re just going down to Colton’s friend’s restaurant. Sitting out in the sun on the patio and enjoying ourselves. We told Paige we would.”

“Okay, I’ll be there. Are all of us going?”

“No, I think people are staggering their visits throughout the week, depending on their schedules.”

“Okay. I’ll be there later. Have fun.”

“I will.”

“And make sure you make Beckett do all the hard work.”

“Always.”

After I walked Brenna out, I cleaned up a few of the messes we had made and smiled as I heard the knock at the door. Beckett knew he was always welcome to just let himself in. After all, it was his sister’s home—my home. And he had a key. We liked our slight boundaries, whatever they were. I smiled at him as I opened the door.

“You look adorable. I didn’t know you owned overalls.”

I laughed and looked down at myself. “I look a little ridiculous. These are some of my paint-stained clothes.”

“With your work, I assumed most of your clothes would be paint-stained.”

“True, but these are my house-painting clothes. Sometimes, I unhook one of the straps and pretend I’m Tom Sawyer.”

“Meaning you get someone else to do the painting for you?”

“I have you here, don’t I?” I teased.

He laughed, leaned down, and kissed me. It was a deep one, no warm peck to say hello. I groaned, barely holding back a sigh.

“The bed was cold when you left it this morning.”

He smiled against my lips, his beard slightly rough in a way that sent shivers down my spine. “Well, somebody has to work. You were sleeping in lazily.”

I stretched. “It was comfortable. I wish you could have stayed.”

“You know you’re spending the night at my house, right?” he asked.

“Yes, because you promised me two dates today. Lunch and dinner.”

“And dessert, of course,” he said, waggling his brows.

I laughed and tugged him into the house. “Honestly, we only have the ceiling to do. If we don’t want to get too much paint on ourselves and make it to lunch on time to meet everybody, I should probably shower.”

His eyes darkened. “Showering sounds good.”

I held up my hands. “Whoa, I said we don’t want to be late. If you’re busy eating me out in the shower, we’re not going to make it on time.”

He licked his lips.

“I could use a pre-lunch. And that pussy of yours sounds pretty wonderful.”

“Beckett,” I said, blushing.

“What? I promise to feed you, too. You liked my cock in your mouth.”

“And on that note, I’m going to shower. Alone.”

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