Page 57 of Forgotten Comeback
“Call me Mr. Trustworthy.”
“Suuuuure.”
Taylor walks out, and I smile triumphantly. She doesn’t have time to play my games, which means she’s still in the game.
I put away the leftovers in the fridge and get back to work, changing out the lock and testing it with the new key.
She enters a few minutes later, dressed in her casino uniform, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, face fresh. “You have freckles on your nose,” I say, noticing for the first time as I hand her the key.
“Yeah, I was too lazy to redo my makeup.” Taylor slips it on her key ring and drops it in her purse.
“They’re beautiful. You’re beautiful.” The words tumble out of my mouth.
She rolls her eyes. “Stop with the horrible lines.”
I advance until I’ve pinned Taylor with her back to the wall, caging her in with my hands. “I won’t stop, because they’re not lines.”
Her lips purse. “The little boy who cried wolf.”
“I don’t follow, and you know there’s nothing little about me,” I say suggestively, having caught her more than once checking out my dick while I was working on the door.
“You’ve used lines so many times that even if you were sincere, no woman would believe you,” she tells me dismissively.
“I don’t care what other women believe; I wantyouto believe me.” For whatever reason, I do want that.
“Actions speak louder than words, Gavin.”
“Then let me prove my worthiness, mi lady,” I say in my best medieval tone.
Taylor tries not to, but a laugh escapes those plump lips of hers.
I inch closer to where we’re sharing the same breath. Moving that last little bit, my lips meet hers. Wanting to show her how serious I am about this, I keep it chaste, gently pressing my lips to hers before pulling back to gauge her reaction.
“Sorry, I fell asleep,” she taunts.
I wrap my hand around Taylor’s throat, and her eyes blow out completely as I jerk her head to mine, claiming her mouth in a punishing kiss. I nip her bottom lip, and she gasps as I invade her mouth with my tongue. We fight for dominance with each flick of our tongues, my dick lying hard and flat against her stomach.
“Ga-vin.” The way Taylor moans my name has my dick throbbing.
“Yeah, man-eater.” I flick her tongue as I grind my hips, needing to relieve some of this ache.
She gives me a little shove. “Gavin, I have to go to work.”
I groan, stealing one last kiss before releasing her from my cage.
“Have that thing stand down, lest you give Mrs. Parker a heart attack.” She glances at my dick, ushering me to the door.
“Mrs. Parker’s already got her eye on me, just to let you know,” I tease her.
“Is there a woman who doesn’t have her eye on you?” Taylor says dryly.
“Only one, but I think she’s starting to come around.”
“Get out of here with those lines.” She shoves me out the door, locking up behind us.
I escort Taylor to her car, opening the door for her. “Mi lady.” I bow dramatically.
She shakes her head with a little laugh, sliding behind the wheel. “You are ridiculous.”
