Page 36 of She's My Kind of Girl

He experienced a rush of male satisfaction. “Good. Because I am going to do things to you that are illegal in most states.”

She took a sip of wine before giving him a killer smile. “I’m more than ready to break some rules.”

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Three hours later, while the good people of Revival watched, Darcy and Griffin ate a dinner neither paid the least attention to and had the equivalent of in-person phone sex.

On the surface, they looked like they were having a polite, very proper dinner date. They’d talked to the chef. The manager. The waitstaff. And half the town. Griffin had shaken a lot of hands and made small talk that would make politicians everywhere proud.

But the second they were alone there was nothing proper about them. Their conversation had become so dirty, so obscene Griffin was almost ashamed of himself. Almost.

He was so damn hard, and he wanted her so damn much, he didn’t know if he was capable of making it home. Twenty minutes—okay, fifteen—and he’d be inside her.

Griffin handed over his credit card to the waiter before raking his gaze over her. “We made it through dinner.”

“We did.” Her voice was breathless and husky, filled with sex and smoke.

“Maybe a balance between decorum and debauchery is possible.” He’d been thinking about it all night. The idea that it was possible to coexist. That with Darcy, it seemed possible.

Her expression flashed. “Maybe.”

“I only have one regret.”

“What’s that?”

The waiter returned with the check, and Griffin filled out the tip and total before looking back up at Darcy. “If we were someplace no one knew us, you could have taken your panties off right here and I could have done all sorts of filthy things to you.”

“That’s just the kind of thing I like.”

“I know.”

Her teeth scraped over her bottom lip. “Let’s go.”

“Are you attached to that dress?”

She looked down at it. “It’s new.”

He stood, and she did the same. He walked around the table, took her hand, and entwined their fingers while Revival watched. He narrowed the distance between them, standing close enough to feel the heat of her body. He leaned down and whispered, “It’s going to be ruined.”

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