His Temporary Assistant

“I certainly will not. I want to get a good look at him when you get done mauling him.”

Ryan slid her mouth along my jaw, dropping kisses as she went. “It’s gonna be a while. Go find Brock.”

That brought a modicum of clarity to my feverish brain. I managed to ease back. “Brock?”

“Her boyfriend.” She rolled her eyes and huffed a breath in my face. “You can put me down now.”

“You’re the one who leaped at me. You should be impressed I caught you.”

She studied me for a long moment before framing my face in her hands. “I missed you.”

This time, I was the one who kissed her. She smelled like a bonfire and tasted like summer and marshmallows and something sweet like wine.

Home and adventure, all rolled into one.

More throat clearing.

I finally made myself extricate my lips from hers. It was exceedingly difficult.

The part of me notched so intimately between her thighs agreed.

We were both panting. And when I set her down and she tripped, she didn’t even swear at me.

Either she’d thought I’d hit a misfortunate moose somewhere and was in a pile of rubble or she was about to pass out from oxygen loss. She didn’t let me off that easy ever.

I rubbed my sweaty hand on my hip and shut the door of the SUV before I held out a hand to Mrs.—well, Rainbow. “Ma’am, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Preston Shaw.”

Ryan circled her arms around my waist from behind and put her chin on my shoulder. “PMS. It’s just easier.”

I gave her a look and she nuzzled my jaw.

“Call me Rainbow.” She pumped my hand. “Pleasure is all mine. Not every day I get to meet my little girl’s special guy.”

“I should hope not.”

Ryan pinched my butt. I didn’t mind, but I had to tug my jersey down in an useless attempt to hide my erection.

Who didn’t want to meet his girl’s mom when he had a hard-on?

“Unfortunately, I can’t say I’ve heard a lot about you.” She glanced pointedly at her daughter.

“I was getting there.”

“I did hear you were looking for intimate comfort for the winter months. It does get chilly in these parts, doesn’t it?” She fanned her face, stirring the tendrils of honey-colored hair clinging to her neck. “Not today though. I need a fan directed right between my legs.”

Dear God.

Ryan mumbled something under her breath.

Maybe a prayer. I needed one too.

“I’m going to start making a bunch built to scale. Brock said he’d model.”

I went somewhere else in my head. A safe space.

“And then she can use a warmer as a sleeve for her pleasure wand too. I wondered why she’d leave it on the couch, but now it makes more sense.” Rainbow looked me up and down while I wondered if it was possible to be struck down by lightning when there was no storm on the horizon. “I can’t see why she’d need it with you, but toys can be fun!”

Ryan gripped my arms and towed me behind the SUV. “I need to chat privately with PMS. Be back soon.”