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He watched her in that too-perspective way. “I have an idea. Do you have paper and a pen?”

“Uh, I think so,” she said, rising and heading back to the kitchen. “Saw this archaic pad of paper when I moved in. Almost like no one had ever heard of cell phones or Alexa.”

She opened a drawer and grabbed the paper and the pen next to it, holding them out to Coleson.

With a smile of thanks, he sat up and wrote on the top paper, “Music Festival.”

“I was thinking, we could write down suggestions of things you’d like to do.”

Emmie blinked. “I love that idea, but what if you don’t want to do the things I want to do?”

“I could ask you the same question.”

“I guess you could.” She sat down next to him. “So, what would you like to do?”

Instead of answering, he tore off a few sheets of paper and handed them to her, along with the pen. “Write down some ideas.”

She looked down at the paper, her mind blank. “I-I don’t know. What ideas can you give me?”

“You don’t have anything you’d like to see? Experience?”

Emmie racked her mind to come up with something, but it was blank. How pathetic. Put on the spot, her mind was blank. She looked hopelessly at him, so Coleson took the pen from her and wrote something down, then showed her.

“Bowling. Yes, please! I’ve never been bowling.”

“I figured.” He wrote down another idea. “Karaoke. Miniature golf. Country bar and line dancing.”

“All of that sounds amazing.”

“Good,” he said. “We’ll start with those and go from there.”

“Okay.”

He put the paper and pen down and then wrapped his arms around her. “Now come here and give your man a proper hello kiss.”

“Your man?Myman? Is that who you are?”

“You better believe it. Just like you’re my woman.”

“Primitive but adorable,” she smirked.

He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and gently gripped the hair. Pulling her head back so he could ravish her lips.

“Now,” he growled, once they broke to breathe. “I’m going to fuck your little pussy and give you as many orgasms I can before you pass out.”

She had no plans to stop him.

Chapter Sixteen

“Are all the balls supposed to be heavy?”

Crew searched her face to see if she was joking, but he couldn’t see any guile in her expression. Emmie was an enigma he couldn’t figure out. Her brother’s name sounded familiar but he couldn’t remember why. Hell, he didn’t even know her last name. Then again, she didn’t know his, so he guessed they were even. Once that can of worms opened, he was afraid she’d turn into some damn groupie or something.

“You, uh, find the weight that isn’t too heavy for you to roll.”

Understanding dawned in her eyes. “Gotcha.”

She left, picking up various bowling balls until she brought back a six-pounder that was really made for kids. Her fingers were so slender, however, that they fit perfectly in the holes.

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