Page 87 of Wicked Attraction

She nodded. “Not really. I’ve only ever lived in apartments.”

Something else I was—suddenly—determined to change. “How do dinner and a movie sound?”

Mo flashed a wide grin and put her hands on her hips. “Like a perfectly relaxing evening.” There were questions in her eyes, but she kept them to herself.

“Normally, I just whip something up on the grill, but I wasn’t sure how long it would take to convince you to come with me, so I had someone else do it this time.”

“I can’t picture you whipping up anything.” A low, throaty laugh bubbled up out of her, and I felt my cock harden behind my zipper.

“If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll show you my kitchen skills.”

Heat, pure and hot, flashed in her eyes as her tongue slipped out and slicked across her bottom lip. “And if you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you.”

Oh, she sure as fuck would. “I have ways of getting what I want, Mo.”

“I know. Believe me, I know.” She didn’t sound happy, but I let that remark go. For now.

I had plans for how I wanted this weekend to go, including the fact that Mo had no idea I planned to keep her for the next few days. Now that Sadie was safe at home where she belonged, I could count on Thomas to be by her side and take care of her while I sorted out a few things.

“You get to pick the movie.”

“Must be my birthday,” she mumbled under her breath.

I had the urge to make things right with Mo. It felt right. I had no clue why, only that it did. Maybe it was her honesty or her easy-going nature. She was carrying my baby, and I wanted her. Like no woman before. I really wanted this to work out.

“Feel free to wear your birthday suit to dinner and a movie, then.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised that Mo would take up a challenge with her usual sensual confidence, but when I stepped inside the entertainment room, all I saw was a heart-shaped ass.

“Damn, Maureen,” I growled.

She stood up and looked over her shoulder, highlighting her hour-glass figure for a hot second. Then, she turned, and I didn’t just regret loading my arms with food. I resented the hell out of that food.

She wasn’t fully naked. No, it was better than that. She wore nothing but a pink thong that matched the color of her nipples. Big, heavy tits stared at me, nipples hard and begging for my mouth, waist nipped in before flaring out into hips that I ached to grab on to while I slid into her from behind.

“Jasper,” she groaned. “That smells incredible.”

Then, as if she had no idea just how tempting, how fucking gorgeous she was, Mo strolled across the room and relieved me of some of the food I carried. “I got it.”

“And now, so do I.” She grabbed the bowl of biscuits, the small plate with corn on the cob and the big plate stacked with ribs.

“Professional waitress, remember?” She balanced the plates expertly, or at least I think she did. I couldn’t focus on anything except the sway of her hips, the curve of her ass. Mo patted the sofa right in front of the big screen. “Come. Sit.”

Normally, I would have bristled at her command, at anyone’s command. But this time my feet started to move, and the next thing I knew, I sat beside Mo, thighs and arms brushing as we enjoyed the barbecue feast in front of us while some shitty gangster movie played.

“You know this is all bullshit, right?”

Mo looked over at me, a smudge of barbecue sauce lingering on the corner of her mouth. “What?”

“This movie. They got just about everything wrong.”

She shrugged, a teasing smile on her lips.

“I don’t know. They seem to get some things right. Family loyalty. The pain in the ass federal agent. The guns. The girls. The asshole older brother.”

I almost spit out my food. “Easy details to figure out, but the stuff that matters? Bullshit.”

“Yeah?” She folded her arms and leaned back against the sofa, gasping softly when I slid over and wrapped an arm around her. “How so?”

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