Page 80 of Second Chance for Mr. Alden

Hearing her say that had me smiling. I liked knowing the things Jareth had didn’t matter to her, but it also reminded me of how littleIhad to offer her.

Chapter Eighteen

Jess

It was a beautifulsummer day. The sun was high in the sky, not a cloud in sight, and Alden and I were recreating our third date at Mulligan’s Island, trying to beat each other at mini-golf.

I frowned. He was beating me and if nothing else, I was definitely a sore loser, but in this case, I had an ace up my sleeve. While we waited for the couple in front of us to finish the hole, I wrapped my arms around his waist, and nibbled at his neck.

He leaned down and kissed me.

With his attention distracted, I slipped my hand into his pocket and left him a gift. One I’d taken off when I ran to the bathroom a few holes back.

“Jess, what are you doing?”

“Nothing.” I nipped at his chin, then soothed it with a kiss.

“You sound guilty.” His narrowed gazed didn’t leave mine as he reached into his pocket and pulled out what I’d left behind. It took him a second to realize it was my panties. A lacy blue thong to be precise, and it was soaked.

“You’re welcome,” I winked.

His fingers flexed around the material, his nostrils flared, and I swear I saw him breath in deep. My core clenched at the thought of him trying to drag my scent from the blue lace into his lungs. “What the fuck, Jess? We’re out in public.” He shoved them back in his pocket.

I smiled. “Think of it as a good luck present.” Now I just needed to get my body in control or I’d have a huge wet spot on the back of my shorts by the time we were done.

Any time Alden developed the slightest lead, I’d make sure to remind him of the present in his pocket. I’d either stand in front of him and push my ass against him, take his hand and rest it on my hip, or I’d bend over so that my butt was his main focal point.

I’d begun to keep track of the number of times he scrubbed over the back of his neck, discreetly tried to adjust himself, or rubbed his fingers down his beard. That one was my favorite. He’d slowly run his thumb and forefinger down the sides of his mouth, and I’d be the one wanting to jump him in the middle of the game. It didn’t matter that we were in a public place.

“I beat you fair and square,” I said to Alden as I picked up my golf ball ready to move on to the last hole of the course.

“Jess, that’s not how this works. You can’t win before the end of the game,” Alden said with a laugh. Over the past few days he’d been far more relaxed than he had over the past few months. I loved seeing this side of him again.

“I always win. Besides, I’m a point ahead. I’m winning now.”

“By one point,” he grumbled. “And you’re not playing fair.”

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