Page 122 of 10 Ways to Accidentally Fall in Love

I can’t help but chuckle, so smitten it’s a struggle to let Brad slide back to the ground where he’s even an inch further away from me. “For the record,” I say, “I’m not sure how I feel about you calling me Johnny, considering it’s my uncle’s name.”

He winces. “Yeah. To be honest, I kinda like bub more than Baby, anyway. It’s better, you know? ’Cause it’s ours.”

“Yeah,” I answer, kissing Brad’s temple, my heart clenching tight. “What would you say to going home, bub? Maybe we could do the steakhouse another night?”

“Sounds like a plan, Joey-roo. There’s just one thing I need to do first.”

“What’s that?” I ask cautiously.

“Owe-it-all-to-you-u-u,” Brad yells quickly before threading our fingers together. He gives my hand a squeeze, tugging me down the sidewalk at a fast clip. “Fuck, that’s better.”

Brad and I barely make it a step inside my doorway before he’s on me. We stumble down the hall together, lips locked, me managing to kick the front door shut before we get too far. Brad heads for the stairs, pulling me along with him, but I grab the banister to halt our momentum.

“Wait,” I tell him, pulling in a breath. “I need to grab something.”

He squints at me. “Is it rope?”

“Not…rope. No.”

“Did you find the handcuffs?”

I go still. “There are handcuffs in my house? Where?”

Brad scoffs. “Yeah, like I’m telling you that.”

“What—” I stop and shake my head. “Nope. No. I’m getting sidetracked. Just…wait for me in the bedroom?”

Brad takes a step backwards, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Ooh, wait for you. Kinky. I like it.”

“How is that kinky?” I ask slowly.

He takes another step up the stairs, winking at me.

“Dear Lord.Pleasedon’t be doing anything weird when I get up there,” I plead.

He winks harder before turning and running up the stairs.

“Fuck,” I mutter to myself, heading toward the garage. “Why’d I have to latch on to that one?”

I find what I’m looking for quickly and strip down, leaving my clothes in a pile beside the door. Then, I take a deep breath and head up the stairs.

I’m slow to push my bedroom door open, a little terrified about what I’m going to find. As it turns out, it’s Brad, nude and kneeling on the bed, a fanny pack in his grip that he’s dragging along one open palm like one might a flogger. We both stop dead when we see one another.

“Holy,” Brad wheezes. “You… The tool belt, and… Naked.Joey… You’re a slutty carpenter.”

“What are you doing with that fanny pack?” I have to ask.

He throws it off the bed. “Nothing. Not a fucking thing. Get over here and drill me, dude!”

“I could certainly do that,” I agree, my dick jerking as Brad’s gaze rakes over me, his desire palpable. “Or. I took the time to get extra clean in the shower earlier, so, if you want…”

“I could drill you,” he breathes.

I nod, stepping toward the bed.

“Yes. Yep. That,” Brad says, reaching for me. “Why the fuck are you so far away?”

Laughing, I let Brad tug me in, and our mouths collide. He groans against my lips, his fingers slipping down my stomach to curl under the band of the tool belt. The sound he makes is strangled, his dick pressing into my stomach.

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