Page 18 of Love In Print

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Rhys had done it again.

As soon as he got back to his car and drove out of the parking lot of Maisie’s apartment, he pulled over and smacked himself.

Hard.

Clearly, he hadn’t learned.

He had sworn off one-night stands. Until he laid eyes on Maisie, that is. One look at her—from her—and he was a goner. His stand-at-attention dick led to every thought he had throughout the night. It didn’t matter what Maisie said or did, he was poised and ready to strike. Rhys swore his dick had a mind of its own when a beautiful woman was nearby.

And Maisie was fucking beautiful. His vague recollection of her from the store didn’t do her justice. Not even close. She was heart-stopping gorgeous.

Rhys drove to his house, swearing each time a whiff of sex washed over him. He would have to leave the windows down to air out his car. The last thing he needed was Trey asking why his car smelled. Would his son even notice? Or was Rhys being ridiculous in thinking his car actually smelled like sex?

He breathed in. Nope, definitely smelled like sex, and as a result the night’s activities quickly replayed in his mind. Maisie on top of him, their eyes only leaving each other’s when they kissed. Her, on her knees, watching him as she sucked him off. Her looking over her shoulder when he took her from behind. Each glance made him wish they were in his king-sized bed, anywhere but in the car. But there was something about car sex that made what they did hotter than fucking in a bed. It was taboo, unexpected, and so dangerous. Rhys could see the headlines now, if they had been caught:Wainwright heir caught fornicating in state park.The thought made him laugh.

Rhys opened the door to his apartment quietly, expecting Dean to be fast asleep on the couch. The glow from the television and quiet sound of the volume had Rhys going into his living room. His cousin sat there with the remote in his hand.

“You could’ve called,” Dean said with a snippy tone before he chuckled. “How was your date, dear?”

“Fabulous.” Rhys didn’t hold back.

“No fucking way? Seriously?”

Rhys tossed his tie and jacket onto the chair and sat down. “Thank you for encouraging me to go.”

“Wow, bonus points for Dean.” He gave himself a high five. “Deets.”

Rhys cocked his head slightly and smirked.

“No, you didn’t.” Dean knew his cousin too well. “You dirty dog.”

“I couldn’t help it.”

“Bullshit.”

Rhys shook his head. “She’s fucking beautiful. Like, way beyond what I remembered.”

“Is that so?” Dean muted the television and turned the lamp on.

“Long, chestnut hair with these big brown eyes. Curves in all the right places. The perfect pouty lips. Sassy. Confident. She’s so fucking sexy.”

“And when did she realize who you were?”

Rhys looked at his cousin and smiled. “That’s just it—she didn’t know. Zero recollection or if she figured it out, she didn’t let on. Not once did she mention the store or anything.”

“Is she new in town?”

“Nope. She lives on the island. Works at the hospital as a nurse in the emergency room.”

“How odd.”

Rhys shrugged. He liked that she didn’t recognize him. It was nice to have dinner with someone without them going on and on about his store, his family or where he lived. For once, the conversation wasn’t solely about him. He learned about Maisie, her profession, and what made her laugh.Hehad made her laugh.

“So let me get this straight, she had no idea who you were and still hooked up with you?”

That fact made Rhys smile. And proud. “Yup. I got to be normal for the night and it was really fucking nice.”

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