Page 57 of For the Promise

“Were you ever a Girl Scout?”

“Brownie.” I shrug. “Same thing.” Except I got kicked out of the brownies for an unfortunate incident with a spider. I maintain it was an accident.

“What if I take advantage of you?”

I wish he would. My panties dampen as I imagine all the ways he could take advantage of me. Starting with touching my skin and ending with filling me with his cock. If I ask him, is it taking advantage?

I open my mouth to ask but snap it shut again when memories of how he ignored me for more than a month after our first kiss assail me. Jaxon is not a man who’s interested in me. He’s helping me out. End of discussion.

“I know judo. You don’t have a chance.”

He cocks an eyebrow. “Do you seriously know judo?”

I shrug. “I saw a documentary about the sport once.”

“You saw a documentary about judo?”

“My remote was broken and I was too lazy to get up and change the channel.”

He chuckles. “That, I believe.”

I narrow my eyes on him. “But you can’t believe I’d know judo?”

“You’re extremely competitive. If you knew judo, you’d have a black belt and everyone on the island would know about it.”

My nose wrinkles. “The people on the island are pretty nosy.”

“Not what I meant and you know it.”

I realize I’m digging my own grave and throw away the shovel. “Get in the bed. You’re about two feet too tall for the sofa and there’s no way I’m allowing you to sleep on the floor.”

“Allowing me?”

“You heard me. Get your butt in the bed before I message your brothers that you’re afraid to consummate this marriage.”

“You have no idea the chaos my brothers would cause,” he mutters but he does climb into bed.

I enjoy the look of him in my bed wearing his nerdy t-shirt and a pair of sweat shorts. I’d enjoy it even more if he removed his t-shirt. And his shorts. And his underwear.

Okay, fine. I want Jaxon naked in my bed. It’s no surprise. I’ve longed for him since the moment he swooped his tongue into my mouth and shoved his hard length against my stomach.Is his cock really as long and wide as it felt? Inquiring minds want to know. It’s me. I’m the inquiring mind.

“What the hell are you watching?” he asks and I realize while I’m drooling over him and trying to figure out a way to get him to strip, he’s glaring at the television.

Good reminder. This is fake, Blossom. F. A. K. E. Fake.

“It’sStorage Wars.”

“Never heard of it.”

I gasp. “You’ve never heard ofStorage Wars.Have you been living in a barn?”

He motions to the television. “What’s it about?”

“People bid for abandoned storage lockers. Then, they compete for who can earn the most money from whatever’s in the locker.”

“And you enjoy watching this?”

“Except for the whole guessing how much the stuff in the locker is worth. I think those numbers are highly inflated and complete bullshit.”

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