Don't Tell (Don't 1)

“Right. Just you and me.” I smiled. I wanted the irritation to evaporate.

He grinned. “Ever thought about getting a four-poster bed?”

I laughed. “No.”

“Maybe we should

change that.”

My heart raced. My pulse quickened. Vaughn only had to suggest it and I was ready to do it. I’d shop for new furniture tomorrow if it meant more nights like last night.

“Maybe.” My voice was soft with promise.

“That’s my girl.” He turned the radio up and I grinned.

Exactly. I was his girl.

15

“Are you really going to steal the last donut?” I teased, poking Vaughn in the side.

We were stretched out on the chaise lounge on the deck. I had a blanket wrapped around me. I don’t know how the cold didn’t bother him. He was wearing jeans and no shirt. We read our tablets, scanning the Sunday morning headlines.

This was our third weekend like this since our trip to the winery. Our bodies fit together as if this piece of furniture was designed for only us.

He lifted the lid on the cardboard box and dangled the pastry in front of my face. “I’ll make a deal with you.”

“What’s that?” I put my tablet down to hear his proposal.

“I’ll split the donut with you.”

I looked at him. “In return for?”

He winked.

“Don’t you think that deserves the entire donut?” I knew exactly what he wanted. My pulse raced. I moved to straddle him.

My hands landed on his button and I yanked the zipper down.

He grinned, folding his hands behind his head while I stroked his hard shaft through the denim. I almost groaned. I loved his body. Every part of it. He was cut and sculpted to perfection. His skin was always warm. He smelled like heaven, and I loved tasting him. His lips. His body. And his powerful dick.

I looked at him, my eyes heavy with lust. I pulled the blanket around my back so I could shimmy down between his legs and shield myself.

“I was kidding. But, yes, the entire donut. You get the whole thing.” His lips turned from a playful smile to something that looked like a smoldering sex grin when he realized I was going to go through with it.

I reached inside his jeans. He wasn’t wearing underwear. My hand wrapped around his silky skin, pumping his shaft to free it. I bent down to taste him, when I heard the front door slam.

I popped forward. Vaughn whispered. “What in the hell is that?”

Greer emerged on the deck and I blushed instantly.

“Oh, shit. Sorry.” She turned around.

“Hey, I didn’t know you were coming home.” I threw the blanket on Vaughn and awkwardly stood next to him before sitting again.

Greer took her time to face us again. Vaughn was covered and I hadn’t gotten to do what I had intended, so there was nothing to see.

“I didn’t know you had company.”