Page 205 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

I blush as he crouches down before me.

When he cups my cheek, my heart skips a few beats as he inches closer.

“However, if we’re choosing names, I opt for ‘pucking stick of all things pleasurable’ as the chosen label.”

Now I’m laughing far too hard.

“That’s pucking worse!”

“I tried my best,” he says with a wink. “We have some time to spare. What you wanna do?”

“Hmmm.” After enjoying our mini photoshoot, it’s challenging to decide what exactly to do to pass the time.

Actually, that’s a lie.

I admire Ace’s handsome face before peering at his lips, which look extra tempting.

What I really want to do is probably illegal.

“A lot of things,” I end up admitting. “They’re not public approved, though.”

“They aren’t?” He quietly taunts me. It’s his turn to lower his eyes to my slightly parted lips. “How so? Last time I checked, it’s just you, me, and Bluey the Jeep.”

I laugh at the final part and give him a saucy smirk.

“Bluey the Jeep is trying to cool down. I feel like watching us do freaky things would send her into over-heat,” I joke and rise up before he can make a move.

“What if we just do it out of her sight?” He plays along and follows me as I walk over to the open back trunk to place Ace’s camera onto the farthest side where it would be safe than in my grasp. I wasn’t super clumsy, but I didn’t want to take a chance with equipment that had to be a good three thousand dollars minimum.

“That’s tempting,” I begin and turn to face him while I lift myself up to sit on the edge of the trunk. Dangling my feet, I watch how he admires me with his eyes, the growing tension between us continuing to spike as we stare at one another.

The mere idea of kissing this man in the midst of the woods is sexually riling me up, but the idea of actually having sex here is making me want to take the risk.

Having sex… in the back of his Jeep.

With the potential chance of anyone hiking or driving in on us.

Doing the deed…

Too risky.

Too tempting.

“But we have to be good civilians and let the time pass by.”

“Or,” he begins and approaches. “We can feign being actors trying to make a homemade advertisement?”

“I’m very interested to know how you’d play that off,” I tease and notice how he pauses right in front of my dangling legs that still due to his closeness. The twinkling confidence in his eyes makes me wonder what he’s plotting in the depths of his creative mind.

I’m only more confused when he leans over to my left to click a button on his camera. Shifting its position to point a certain way, his eyes are back on mine, which are filled with curiosity.

He takes a step back, and I have to stop myself from gasping when he begins to unbutton his shirt, moving at the perfect pace.

Slow.

Calculating.

Every movement accentuating how good Ace looks shirtless.

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