Page 9 of Hot Shot

Hi.

I missed you.

You smell really good.

Why did I ever leave this place?

Kiss me so I know if it feels like it used to.

When we reach my room, I still haven’t decided what to say. So when he puts me in bed, I blurt out, “That was hot.”

His only answer is a smirk and a puff of air through his nose that’s somehow a laugh. “Get some sleep before you get yourself into any more trouble, Cass.”

I fold my arms, craning my neck to look up at him. He’s standing very close to the edge of my bed. “And who am I getting in trouble with? You gonna call the police?”

“No. It’smeyou have to worry about.”

My breath is shallow. “You sure are bold tonight.”

“Your naked body will do that to me.” He leans in so I can hear him, his voice low. “I was with you when you had your first beer, Cassidy Winfield. You forget I know exactly how much you have to drink to black out. You, darlin’, are not going to remember a thing tomorrow.”

I blink slowly, mesmerized by his mouth as he talks. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. So lay down. Close your eyes. And go to bed.”

“I don’t like being told what to do, Wilder.”

Everything about him stills, the tension between us tight as a bowstring. “Maybe not by other people. But I seem to recall that you like me telling youexactlywhat to do.”

The electric heat sizzling between my legs is catastrophic. I’m too drunk and empty headed to do anything but stare at him.

He isn’t wrong.

“Go to bed,” he commands.

When he moves to straighten up, a magnificent pout sprouts on my face, but my limbs are heavy as I watch him walk out my door.

“But—” is all I manage.

“Night, Cass,” he says over his shoulder, closing the door behind him. I’m pretty sure he was smiling.

And I drift off, smelling like smoke, wondering if the whole thing was a dream.

CHAPTER 3

DIVINE INTERVENTION

WILDER

Itromp down Cass’s mom’s stairs like I have a thousand times in my life, with my heart thumping like I’ve been running sprints and my cock straining against the confines of my pants.

Not gonna lie, my painfully high heart rate started the second I heard the address for the call.

Finding Cass naked in the backyard didn’t help matters.

Catchingher naked nearly gave me a coronary.

But walking away left me with a hard-on that might actually require a defibrillator to recover from.

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