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He moved his finger and she gave a little moan. “Me too, City Girl. Me fucking too.”

She finally looked back at him. “How long do we have to stay down here and be sociable?”

He circled his finger over her clit through the soft cotton. “You’re asking the guy who lives alone in a cabin on the bayou far away from people?”

“Right. Okay. Two minutes.”

“Aw, thank you.” He pressed a little harder and circled and she made a strangled sound, her eyes sliding shut for a moment.

“Thank you for what?” she managed.

“You’re so confident I can make you come right here like this in two minutes.”

Her eyes opened, but it was clear she understood what he meant. “You’re going to do…that…before we can go upstairs?”

“Sounds like fun to me.” He moved his finger again.

“Theo…”

She sounded so needy that his already hard cock twitched.

“Be sure you grab plenty of cookies,” he told her as Lucy approached. He kept his finger moving this time.

“Cookies, kids?” Lucy asked with a smile.

“Yes,” Savannah replied but Theo knew her answer wasn’t about the cookies.

“How about a couple each?” he said easily, smiling up at Lucy.

She set four cookies on a little plate that had holly branches painted around the edge on the wide arm of the chair.

As soon as her back was to them, Theo slid his hand up to Savannah’s stomach and then down inside her leggings. He met her eyes, took a sip of cocoa, and slid his finger over her clit with nothing between them.

She gasped.

“Don’t spill your cocoa,” he told her.

She started to move to set it on the table next to them, but Theo shook his head. “Nope. Hold it. Don’t spill. And don’t scream out my name, no matter how much you want to.”

Chapter

Seventeen

She swallowed hard, both hands wrapped around her mug tightly. “Theo?—”

“Follow directions, and I’ll beveryproud of you, City Girl,” he said gruffly.

God, she felt good. She was slick and wet and hot. He wanted to bury his fingers deep. And his tongue. And his cock.

And when he praised her, her hips moved as if trying to get closer to his hand.

She cleared her throat. "Well, if I can't react to anything that’s happening, you can't either," she said as his finger moved up and down over her clit.

She was doing well keeping her face impassive, but Theo noticed the pink flush to her cheeks.

"What does that mean?" he asked.

"Well, we have to talk. We can’t just sit here staring at each other, not saying anything."

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