Chad Tucker is some kind of sex god with a magic snake in his pants. Andy the Anaconda. I seriously can’t believe the way he gets me off every time. It’s throwing a wrench in my plan to keep it casual.
Okay, that’s not true. He is making it hard, with the way he asks about everything I’m doing, the way he’s so interested and wants all the details. The way he keeps coming up with plans to help me do what I want to do. Then he surprises me by being so unexpectedly dirty. I shiver thinking about how savage he is when he takes me. It’s possessive and fierce, and his massive dick hitting my G-spot is a bonus.
But he wants peace and quiet, a family, babies…
My stubborn brain is right there reminding me how different we are. Our conversation about the Taj Mahal is a perfect example. Maybe he doesn’t want fourteen kids, but he definitely wants one. I’d expect more than one.
You love Coco…
He’s right, I do love that little girl, and Emberly’s always saying how much better her life is because she had her. I lower my cheek to the pillow, studying his sexy square jaw, his full lips, that dimpled chin.
You’re mine…
A little shiver moves through me at the thought, surprising me with how much I like the sound of that. Can peace and quiet, babies, a family co-exist with wanderlust and websites?
Could it possibly ever work?
The second time I open my eyes, I’m alone. The sun streams through the blinds, and I sit up quickly, looking all around.
“Chad?” I call loudly.
No answer.
It’s quiet in the house, and I see a slip of paper sitting on my bedside table. I wonder why he didn’t send me a text. Snatching it up, I read his perfectly neat, block handwriting, and I’m so glad he didn’t send me a text.
You’re beautiful when you sleep, I hated leaving for work. I’ll see you when I check in the store later. Until then, I’ll be thinking of how sexy you are when you come on my cock, screaming my name. And that little mermaid… I want to see her again.
–C.
“Such a dirty boy, Deputy Tucker.” I hold the note against my lips and grin, warm waves of happiness vibrating through my insides.
For a few minutes, all I want to do is stay in bed reliving last night, maybe rubbing one out as I remember the details—until my phone starts buzzing with a text.
My heart jumps, and I wonder if…
Lifting it up, I see it’s only Emberly. Coco stayed with me last night. Think you could come in a little early? I promised André scones.
I’m not sure what the last sentence has to do with anything, but I quickly text back. Sure. Then I’m out of bed and heading to the shower.
When I arrive at the bakery, I understand. Several trays of large, round biscuit-looking cakes are all around the place. Emberly is in the back, a lock of dark hair falling out of her messy bun, and she’s running the mixer while she reads a book. She looks frazzled.
“Aunt Tabby!” Coco jumps off the chair beside her mother and races to meet me. “Mama’s having a terrible morning.”
“Tabby! Thank God you’re here.”
I scoop Coco up onto my hip and cross to her mother. “What’s happening?”
“Why the eff did I tell André I would do this? I’ve never made a scone in my life, and they’re not coming out right. True scones are supposed to be light and fluffy. These are like dense little hole-less cake doughnuts.”
“How many have you made?” I look around the room at all the trays. It looks like a hundred.
“I don’t know.”
Coco’s eyes are round and she leans into my ear. “Eff means a bad word.”
“Coco!” Emberly cries, lifting the beaters out of the mixing bowl. “Stop repeating everything I say.”
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