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“Fuck,” he groaned when his cock pulsed and his cum shot out, landing on the dusty stone at his feet.

All spurred from a simple kiss.

One that might take a while to forget.

Maybe he needed to cruise his favorite app and take the hour-long trip to State College to help evict it from his memories.

Chapter Eleven

“Ford…”Erin started while pulling a pan of homemade meatloaf out of the oven.

“Yeah, darlin’?”

As soon as she placed the hot pan on a trivet in the center of the kitchen table, she turned to face him where he stood behind his seat. He was ready to plant his ass at the table and start chowing down since he’d worked hard all day at the resort finishing up small projects and was starving.

When she invited him over for one of his favorite meals, it took him less than thirty seconds to respond to her text with a “yes,” while in his head he screamed, “Hell yes!”

Even though Danica had been working on the resort’s menu all week and the employees got to be her guinea pigs, nothing beat a plate of Erin’s glazed meatloaf, sour cream mashed potatoes, and braised cabbage.

Of course, with a cold beer to wash it all down.

He leaned over the table to set a bottle of Yuengling next to her plate, then tucked his thumb under her chin to tip her face up. He stared down into her deep brown eyes. “What’s bothering you? I can see it in your face.”

“I need to ask you…” She shook her head. “No, I need to tell you something. I know we don’t owe each other anything other than friendship, but…”

“What?” he prodded.

“I…”

She was rarely this bothered over anything unless it was something out of her control. That realization made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention. “What, Erin? Just spill whatever it is.”

“The flame I thought was extinguished… It’s rekindled.”

He stared at her for a moment.Flame? Rekindled?

Dylan had mentioned kissing her, but had something else happened since then? “You slept with Dylan.”

“No.”

He shook his head. “Then what?”

“He kissed me.”

Since she wasn’t aware that Dylan already confessed to that, he decided to act like it was news to him. “Without your consent?”

“No! No. Nothing like that.” She pulled away and rounded the table to take her seat before flipping a hand toward his place setting. “Let’s start before it gets cold.”

He settled in the chair across from her and took a big bite of the meatloaf. She never missed with her grandmother’s recipe. She should share it with Danica. He was damn sure some of the resort’s guests would love it as much as he did.

After swallowing, he said, “So, you want to fuck him.”

She pulled in a breath, picked up her fork and stared at her meal.

“He wants to fuck you.” Ford reworded it when she didn’t respond and wouldn’t meet his eyes across the table.

After scooping up some the mashed potatoes, she paused the fork in front of her mouth. “I would like to… explore the possibilities?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

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