Page 55 of Bragg's Love

“I’m not lying, flower girl.”

The heat in his gaze has me ducking my chin. My inner hussy doesn’t need any more encouragement. It’s hard enough to resist him as it is.Why are we resisting him?

I follow his lead as he spins us around the dance floor.

“I am sorry,” he mutters into my hair.

I lean back to meet his gaze. “Sorry about what?”

“About opening your mail. About discovering your secret before you were ready to tell me.”

I narrow my eyes to study him. Is he serious?

He frowns. “I should have apologized earlier. I’m sorry for that as well. I …”

“You what?” I prod when he trails off.

He swallows. “I was too busy trying to fix your problem.” I growl. “Let me finish.” I nod. “I was so busy trying to fix your problem that I didn’t realize you didn’t want me to fix it. You wanted to fix it yourself. I’m sorry.”

I stare into those whiskey-colored eyes and all I can read in them is sincerity. Time to find my lady balls and swallow my pride.

“Apology accepted.”

He kisses my hair. “Thank you.”

Chapter 18

Love is cleaner with a packaged wiener ~ Text from Elder to Miller

Miller

Ilean close until I can whisper in Eden’s ear. “How about we continue where we left off this afternoon?”

I hold my breath as I wait for her answer. She still considers me her enemy but I’m not. And I will do everything in my power to prove to her otherwise. Because I want her in my bed. I will have her in my bed.

Her nose scrunches as she gazes up at me. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

Two can play this game. I’ll show her what I mean. I press my hard length against her belly and her eyes flare while a blush spreads from her cheeks down her neck to her chest. I want to lick the skin and feel how hot it is.

She bites her lip and looks up at me from beneath her lashes. “I don’t know. It feels awful big. Maybe it won’t fit.”

My cock twitches at the challenge. “We’ll figure it out.”

She holds my gaze for a second before smirking. “Race you.”

She runs off, kicking her shoes off as she goes. I stop to pick them up. The woman is always losing her shoes. Which makes sense considering she’s always kicking them off wherever she goes.

I catch her at the edge of the dance floor. I grasp her shoulder and spin her around. She’s laughing as I mold my lips to hers. She tastes of sunshine and earth and flowers. I could get addicted to her flavor.

“Get a room,” Ashlyn shouts and I end the kiss before tucking Eden under my arm. She’s a foot shorter than me and fits perfectly glued to my side.

“We’re planning to,” Eden shouts back.

I bend over and bite her lip. “How did you get here?”

“I biked.”

“We’ll use my golf cart. Do you want to say goodbye to your girls?”

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