Page 10 of Cautious

“Well, I actually came for some milk as we’ve run out at the office. But if you’re offering me your panties, I think I’ll take those instead,” he answers, his voice full of promise.

“Of course you would!” I grumble, flushing over how ridiculously wet said panties are right now.

I turn away, needing to stop looking at the guy who makes me go gaga stupid. With a toss of my hair, I reach over and take Olivia’s advice, adding a bottle of both tequila and vodka to my basket.

“Here, let me carry that for you,” Blake offers, sliding the basket from my hands before I can protest. He hooks it over his forearm and adds his carton of milk to the basket before snagging my hand with his now free one.

“What are you doing?” I ask, looking around for the hidden camera. I’m not trying to be self-deprecating, but on the scale of hotness, I’m a six, and he’s a one hundred twelve. Why is he chasing after me?

“I’m doing what everyone else is here doing—shopping?” he answers like I’m being dense. Okay, so that’s how he wants to play it, huh? Fine.

I take him down the feminine hygiene aisle and toss in a few boxes of tampons, making sure to grab some superflow pads, but he doesn’t even squirm.Figures. Of course, the aisle facing this one is the one filled with condoms. Throwing me a devastating smile, he tosses a box of XL condoms and a large bottle of lube into the basket, making me splutter at his audacity.

“Anything else?” he asks casually as my skin heats.

“No, let’s just go,” I growl and stomp toward the checkout. It isn’t until the cashier starts scanning everything with Blake beaming down at me with that cocky damn smile on his face that I get an idea. He seems to like making me squirm. Let’s see how he feels about it when the tables are turned. Time for a little payback.

As she picks up the condoms, I frown at her and lift my hand to stop her movements. “Excuse me, I’m sorry but it seems like my boyfriend here has picked up the wrong box. Could wemaybe get them swapped please?” I say apologetically with what I’m hoping is a super sweet smile.

“Oh sure, no problem. Which ones would you prefer?” she asks with her finger over the button of the speaker system.

“The brand is fine, thanks, but can you see if they have any extra, extra small please?” I ask her, making her lips twitch.

“Callie,” Blake warns from beside me, but I just smile that same saccharine sweet smile up at him that I gave the cashier, ignoring the snickers from the people in the line behind us.

“Sue, can you see if we have any extra, extra small Trojan condoms, please?”The cashier calls over the speaker system, managing to hold back her chuckle even as the people around the store laugh.

“You are going to have a nice pink ass by the time I’ve finished spanking you,” Blake whispers in my ear, making me gasp.

Asshole. I look at the cashier again and smile even bigger. “I’m sorry, but do you also happen to sell anything for erectile dysfunction?” I inquire.

More laughter erupts behind us, but then the man beside me growls before bending down and tossing me over his shoulder.

“Hey, my stuff!” I shout, but he slaps my ass hard enough to sting, making me bite my tongue.

I bounce around over his shoulder as he carries me outside amid the sound of loud laughter. I hear a beep of locks disengaging before I find myself sitting in the passenger seat of an unfamiliar SUV.

“What the heck?” But I don’t get anything else out before he leans over, pressing me back into the seat as his lips descend upon mine.

He swallows down my protests, his tongue demanding entrance. My body puts up zero resistance. I slide my hands over his chest with every intention of pushing him away. Butas his heat warms my body and his taste smashes through my defenses, I find myself gripping his T-shirt and pulling him closer.

When he finally pulls away, what might be five minutes or five hours later, I stare at him, my mouth open in shock.

“It seems I’ve finally found a way to get you to stop talking,” he muses, making me glare at him when his words penetrate the sex fog clouding my brain.

Goddammit, he did it again!

Before I can cuss him out, he presses another kiss to my lips, this one just a peck.

“It seems I found your Kryptonite. Be right back,” he says before disappearing back into the store, leaving me dazed once more.

What the hell is happening? Did I go to sleep last night and wake up in a romance novel? What’s next, swooning?

He returns five minutes later with a bag of groceries in each hand. I watch in silence as he pops them in the trunk before climbing into the driver’s seat.

“It’s a known fact that Bundy used to lure his victims to his car,” I point out, still feeling flustered.

“Is that right?” he answers with an amused smile.

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