Page 63 of Toxic

Rubio:My girlfriend arrived, and she's looking better than ever.

I pump my fist in the air. His "girlfriend" is code for the new gems that were just delivered. Our dealer promised this batch was exceptional, and I've been holding my breath to have Rubio confirm it.

Me:Have fun tonight. I'll stop by tomorrow.

The car veers and stops at the gate. The guard lets us through, and I'm soon standing outside Bridget's front door. For the first time in a long time, my stomach flips with nerves. I've been biding my time, waiting to see Bridget again, and giving her some space.

She opens the door, and my heart almost stops. Her long, blonde hair hangs in curls. A faint floral scent wafts into my nostrils. The blue in her eyes blazes with no green anywhere in them. She has her coat in her arms and steps outside, shutting the door quickly.

I chuckle. "What's the rush, dolcezza? Afraid someone is going to see us?"

She beams. "Nope. No one is home."

I put my hand on the small of her back and lead her to the car. "Where are they?"

"The kids are at a school basketball game, and who knows where my father is."

"Guess I picked the right night to take you out, then." I hold the door open and motion for her to get in.

She slides across the seat, and I follow. As soon as the door shuts, I tug her onto my lap and kiss her, holding her face close to mine until she begins to relax and return my affection. I murmur, "That's better. I missed you."

She holds her breath and stares at me.

"You can admit you missed me," I tease, running my hand up under her shirt and stroking her spine.

She continues to stay silent, giving me her laser gaze of uncertainty.

I hate that she isn't sure about us. There are layers of reasons why, stemming from Sean to our past, and I'm not ignorant to it. So I pull her in tighter, kiss her some more, then say, "I'll keep my lips on yours until you confess."

She softly laughs, and it's a glimpse of the old Bridget. The carefree, wild, confident girl I fell in love with so many years ago. She finally admits, "Okay. I missed you a little bit."

I grin. "Just a little."

"Yep. Just a little."

"Hmm. I guess I'll have to work harder tonight, so you miss me more." I slide my tongue back in her mouth until she's out of breath.

When I retreat, I tug her hips so she's sitting closer to my torso. "You look nice."

"Are you going to tell me why I'm wearing jeans?"

"We're going to a bar."

She tilts her head and arches an eyebrow. "A bar?"

"Yep."

"They only wear jeans in this bar?"

I shrug. "Probably not, but for what you're going to be doing, it's best."

Her lips twitch. "What am I going to be doing?"

"You'll see."

"Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to be on board with this?"

I grunt and tug her head back. She gasps, and my dick twitches. "You should trust me a bit more."

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