Page 45 of She Wolf

“There he is,” she says, kissing my cheek as I set her down.

I cup her face and lower my lips to hers, taking a few sips from her sweet lips and then I straighten and take her hand in mine.

“Come on Peaches, time for some wooing.” She smiles again, and I lead her down the drive to where the limo is parked.

Enzo opens the passenger door for us, and I help her in before folding myself up and joining her. The inside has a cream interior and Coralie practically sinks into the leather.

“Why, how fancy,” she says scooting further over on the seats.

“I was just going to get us a regular town car and then thought why the hell not?”

“I like ‘why the hell not’. Good for you, grabbing our first date by the proverbial balls.”

“If it’sballsyou’re after we can just turn right around.”

She giggles. “All in good time, Gunner Grey. All in good time.”

Enzo knows where he’s going so as he pulls away, I get to making us more comfortable, opening the cabinet to my right. It’s loaded up with her favorite snacks and when I pull the scorching BBQ Fiery Pringles part way out and pump my eyebrows, Coralie’s blue eyes light up. I can’t help the teasing shake I give them.

“Care to join me in devouring these with some super expensive champagne?”

“Definitely,” her head nods vehemently but when I pull out two cold brewskies instead, she bursts out laughing.

“Oh, Gunner, you know me so well.”

“I sure do.” There’s nothing Coralie likes more than an ice-cold beer. Lite of course, but still. I open one and tip it into a champagne glass just to mess with her drawing out more of those cute giggles.

She tips the silly glass to her lips with an “ummm” that shoots straight to my dick.

“So, are you gonna tell me where we’re going?”

I shake my head. “I want everything to be a surprise today. You’re just going to have to go with it.

She bounces her legs in excitement. “Okay, Gunner Grey. I’m handing the next few hours over to you.”

“Thank you,” I say, putting the Pringles down for a second and leaning in to capture her lips once more.

She pulls away and rearranges how she’s sitting, leans over more, and just as I think she’s going to climb into my lap, she reaches around me and plucks the Pringle tube from the little shelf. She settles back on her side of the car with a cheeky smirk, lifting the champagne flute of Miller Lite to her lips once more.

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“We’re here, Gunner,” Enzo’s voice carries through the intercom.

“Thanks, man,” I return and then let the button go and lift Coralie’s knuckles to my lips. My right hand has been firmly entwined with her left ever since she demolished the Pringles. Neither of us noticed anything outside of the limo’s tinted windows as we traveled to our destination—too wrapped up in talking about playoffs, Jack and the summer ahead.

I let Enzo open the door for us and climb out before reaching for Coralie’s hand

again. Her eyes widen as she elegantly steps out of the car, taking in the sign at the entrance.

“The New York Botanical Gardens?” she asks just as a man dressed head to toe in

forest green and khaki arrives to introduce himself.

“Mr. Grey, it’s very nice to meet you. I’m Holton and I’ll be your guide for this first portion of your visit,” he says shaking my hand, before continuing.

“I’m the director of Glasshouse Horticulture and Senior Curator of Orchids here at the New York Botanical Gardens. I’d be happy to give you a tour of the Orchid show and our incredible botanical collections.”

“Thank you, Holton, that would be great. And please call me Gunner. This is Coralie.”

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