Page 26 of Easton

I wish we were real husband and wife.

I’d be unzipping, not zipping, this thing so she could shimmy out of it and be left standing here in a thong. I’d lay her back on the bed that’s only inches away from us and take that little undergarment off…with my teeth.

And then I’d make my way back up her body…to between her legs, where I’d—

“Easton?”

Oh shit.

“Yeah?”

With a knowing smile, she whispers, “I think it’s zipped.”

I look down. “Oh, yeah, it is.” I release the pull and step back.

There’s a stirring in my groin, but thank fuck, I’m not hard. Good thing, too, as when Claire turns around to face me, I catch her totally glancing down at my pants.

Her gaze lifts and reaches mine, and now it’s my turn to give her a knowing smirk.

She bites her lip.

Then, looking away quickly, she says, “We better go.”

I agree wholeheartedly. “Yeah, we better.”

Damn, I can’t wait till later tonight when I’m alone in my bed. I have a whole new fantasy to play out. And the best part is, I’m going to imagine Claire down here in her room, doing the same thing.

Based on how I just caught her looking at my junk, I think that could totally happen.

Fuck.

Shane, my linemate, tells another joke, and Claire, seated at the table between us, giggles.

I roll my eyes.

That one wasn’t eventhat funny.

But what’s really grating on my nerves is that this is Shane’s eighth joke of the night—yeah, I’ve been counting—and Claire has laughed at each and every one of them.

At first, I thought she was just trying to be nice, but now I think she really finds his stupid jokes hilarious.

Okay, maybe I’m being harsh.

They’re not that bad.

Shane does have some good one-liners that I’ve heard him chirp on the ice. Some of them are actually pure classics. He can be a funny guy.

I think I’m just jealous.

No, I know I am.

But I have no right to be.

Remember that, dude.

We’re at the charity event, and dinner has just ended. Seated at the table with Claire and me is Shane, of course, as well as Lennox and some bimbo he brought with him.

Those last two have been busy whispering sweet nothings to each other all evening, so it’s almost like they’re not even here.

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