Page 72 of That Kind of Guy

The horny devil on my shoulder opened one eye, awakening a little.

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Avery

“Peppermint?”he called from the kitchen when I closed the door.

“Sure.”Maybe we can do our taxes and meal planning while we’re at it, I thought with disappointment. Sex was off the table. So much for that dress I had picked out specifically because of the cleavage it gave me.

He had his back to me in the kitchen, pouring hot water into mugs, but when he turned, his gaze snagged on my bare legs. His t-shirt was big on me but still only came to my thighs.

His gaze darkened before he blinked it away and placed a mug in front of me.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime.”

I stood there, biting my lip, debating whether I should ask. Cold air was brushing against my lady parts. I wasn’t used to going commando.

“What?” He raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“Do you—” My words broke off. I didn’t want to ask. I could feel my face heating.

“What?”

“Do you have any more decoy underwear?”

A little grin twisted onto his mouth. “Decoy underwear? You going commando right now, Adams?”

My face burned. “I can go get them if you don’t mind Carter’s bedbugs.” I whirled around, and he caught my arm with his hand.

“Don’t you dare,” he said with a husky laugh. “No, I don’t have any more decoy underwear. You’ll have to do without.” His hand rested on my arm, and he looked down at me with an intense expression. His chest was rising and falling, and my pulse beat in my ears.

Why was this a bad idea again?

“You should go to bed.” He continued watching me with a darkened gaze.

I nodded and put my hands on his chest and ran my fingers over the smooth muscle. Jesus Christ, he was ripped. “I really should.”

“You’re exhausted.” His fingers tilted my jaw and his mouth came to the sensitive skin on my neck. His teeth nipped my skin and my breath caught.

The pressure between my legs was back.

“Mhm.” I gently scraped my nails down his abs and the muscles jumped beneath my fingers.

Below the waistband of his sweatpants, his erection was clearly visible, jutting out. My lips parted and a shiver ran through me. Fucking hell, I was so, so turned on. There was no way I could sleep, now or maybe ever. I’d lie there in my bed, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about what it would feel like for his thick length to slide into me. Even thinking about it now had wetness pooling between my legs.

I swallowed. “Remember when we talked about having an outlet?”

His gaze darkened even further, and he nodded. He leaned down and his hand came to the back of my thigh, brushing up higher, higher, higher over the sensitive skin below my ass before his large palm grasped the flesh.

He breathed out hard. “You have a magnificent ass.”

“An outlet.” My voice sounded huskier than usual. “I need one.”

He brushed his mouth against my neck again and a little whimper escaped my mouth. “It might make things complicated.”

His breath tickled my ear and neck and I shivered again. He smelled incredible, like cedar and deodorant and soap. Masculine, clean, and strong. I could feel the heat from his skin radiating off him. His neck was so close to my mouth, only mere inches away and it would be almost no effort to just—

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