Page 339 of Branded
“And popcorn?” Ethan asked.
“Yeah, bud.”
Jules’s head shot up. “Do what?”
“Moan like that.” I bent, nipped her earlobe. “Not unless you want to skip out on pancakes and end up here afterwards.”
“And use sleeping bags to camp out on the floor?”
I glanced at Ethan. “We can camp out until your mom gets home, then we’ll go to sleep in actual beds.” I was way too fucking old to be sleeping on the floor.
Plus, I needed Jules in my bed.
“Maybe I’ll bring you back here after we drop Ethan off, tie you up, and torture you for your attempts at manipulation,” she grumbled.
“So long as that torture is with your hands and mouth,” I said. “I’m down.”
Her lips parted, eyes filling with shock—and fuck me, with heat. “You’re down?” she whisper-shouted.
A light kiss to those lips. “Yup.”
“And we can have candy?” Ethan asked.
“Yes!” we both called this time.
“You’re down?” she whispered again, eyes wide.
I kissed her nose. “Anything you want to do to me, anytime you want to do it.”
Her mouth dropped open. “I?—”
“And will Sparky be there?” Ethan asked.
“Yes, bud,” I said again before focusing back on Jules. “This surprises you?” I asked softly, running my thumb over the faint pink that had appeared on her cheek.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Anything for you, gorgeous,” I murmured. “Anything.”
She was quiet for a long time, then whispered, “You might regret making that statement.”
“Why, sweetheart?”
I expected her to say something about her being a single mom with an asshole baby daddy and a job in the bar.
I didn’t hear what I expected.
“I read a lot of dirty books.”
I blinked.
Once. Twice.
“Um. What?”
That pink on her cheeks flared brighter.
“I’m gonna go brush my teeth!” Ethan announced, and then footsteps pounded down the hall.
