Page 132 of Exes and Oh Hell No

His lips plant against hers, his hands cupping her face.

She gasps, and I swear, his tongue teases her bottom lip, about to slip inside, when she pulls back, mortified.

“What the actual hell?” she sputters, her face flaming. “Connor! You can’t just go around kissing?—”

“See? We kissed. In public. In front of witnesses.” He gestures to Ford, Jake, Cole, and Daltyn, who are standing on the other side of the fire pit, smirking.

Oh, shit.

Poor Allie.

“That means we’re basically engaged.”

Allie’s hands smack her thighs. “I swear to God, Connor. I will taze you if you don’t get out?—”

“You carry a taser? Kinky?” He leans over, looking down her dress. “Is it between your tits?”

“God, no.” She presses her hand over her cleavage, then glares at him. “I swear to God, I’m two seconds from punching you in the nuts.”

“You wanna see my nuts? That can be arranged.” He leaps to his feet, grabbing his zipper.

“God, no.” She jumps up, putting one hand on his arm and the other over the hand that’s currently on his zipper.

Immediately, her face flames brighter than the fire before she jerks away, as though touching him burned her.

“Whatever you’re into, I’m down for.”

She slaps her hand over her forehead.“Jesus! Why are you like this?”

I’m chewing on my bottom lip, trying not to laugh.

But I mistakenly meet Ford’s dancing eyes, and I have to turn away, pretending to cough, as giggles erupt from me.

Although Allie was hurting, Connor has single-handedly taken her mind from Mark to his crazy shenanigans.

As exasperated as she looks, there’s also a hint of a smile tugging at her lips that she’s trying desperately to fight.

“I will cut you.” She looks around as though she’s searching for a knife.

“Just don’t cut my dick off. Trust me, you won’t want that.” He leans closer to her, loudly whispering, “I don’t like to brag,but the women I’ve dated wereveryimpressed with my skills and stamina.”

She folds her arms over her chest, a look of disgust on her face.

Connor’s eyes immediately drop to her cleavage, which is more pronounced from her current stance.

“I’m sure there have been a lot of women in your bed. I have no desire to be one of them.”

He shrugs. “We don’t have to use my bed. We can use yours.”

“What the fuck?” She throws her arms in the air. “You’re so damn annoying?—”

“We don’t have to use a bed. The floor, couch, table… hell, even the swimming pool?—”

“No. No, no, no!” She releases a shaky breath, her hands clenching into fists. “Not a bed. Not the floor, the couch, or the pool. I don’t wanna have sex anywhere with you.”

“Is that Dr. Seuss?” Connor deadpans. “It sounds like something he’d say.”

“I-I… Just… Jesus. I can’t speak.” Allie throws herself in the chair beside me. “Just leave, Connor.”

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