Page 60 of Exes and Oh Hell No

Dead silence.

We all turn to look at her.

Harper’s voice shakes. “I’m. Not.Marrying. Ford.”

I slowly walk over to her.

I place my hands on the arms of the chair, leaning over her until we’re nose to nose.

The tension crackles between us.

Her pupils are blown, her chest rising and falling too fast.

My voice drops to a lethal whisper. “Likehellyou aren’t. We’re getting married, Harper.”

I drag my knuckles down her throat, smirking as her pulse pounds.

Hard.

“And that’s theendof this discussion.”

21

HARPER

Ifume the entire time I sit beside Ford at the dinner table.

I hate that his lasagna is so fucking delicious, that his hand is on my thigh like he owns me, and that he smells like sex and sin and my worst, most intoxicating mistake.

I clench my fork harder as he leans over and whispers, "Eat your dinner, baby."

A thrill of pleasure rockets through me at the term of endearment, but I crush it down with pure, seething rage. "Shut up before I stab you in the dick with my fork."

"Oh, kinky." Connor laughs from the other side of me. "You better be damn fast with that fork. Your man’s reflexes?—"

The fork is already moving toward Ford’s leg, but he catches my wrist in a tight grip before I even get close.

"Nice try, baby." His fingers tighten just enough to make my pulse skitter under his touch.

His thumb drags over my wrist, slow and deliberate, like he’s feeling my reaction.

Like he’s memorizing it.

Like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.

My breath shudders as he leans in, his lips brushing my ear. "You really wanna stab the part of me that made you scream less than an hour ago?" His voice is silk-wrapped steel. "Harsh, baby."

My stomach flips.

A hot pulse of need slams through me, my body betraying me so completely, I want to scream.

He watches my pupils dilate.

Smirks at me before he lets me go.

I snatch my arm back like I’ve been burned, heat crawling up my neck.

Across the table, Gram smirks. "I’d listen if I were you," she says, casually popping a bite of lasagna into her mouth. "He’ll do it."

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