Page 67 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

Kennedy put her hands to her head.Dammit.She hadn’t been hungover in a long time.She knew better.She knew what her limits were.At least, with moonshine on the bayou.Vanilla vodka was an unknown evil.

Until now.

She squinted at the clock.It was nine-thirty a.m.She looked at the bed next to her.Bennett was gone.

She listened for the shower but heard nothing.

Slowly, painfully, she pushed herself up to sitting and looked around, careful not to move her head too fast.

Nope, he wasn’t here.

She heard a chime from the bedside table and looked over.Her phone was there and apparently she had a text.

She reached for it, again slowly and a little painfully.

Golfing.Will probably be a while.Go down and help yourself to coffee and food.

The second text read,I’ll need a shower when I get back.

Even hungover, her body responded to that.Shewasgetting in that damned shower with Bennett in the next twenty-four hours, or somebody was going to be in trouble.

Kennedy ran her tongue around her mouth, trying to clear the cotton out of it.Man, she needed coffee.And one of Cora’s hangover cures.She figured Maria had to have those ingredients in her kitchen.She stood slowly from the bed.Okay, her stomach was all right.Her head hurt, but otherwise she was okay.Ibuprofen, a tall glass ofBut Did You Die?—Cora’s name for her morning-after potion—and a shower.Then she’d feel human.

And, of course, she could shower again later with Bennett.

She grabbed her phone for music and headed for the bathroom.She braced herself for the lights to come on and let them slowly adjust to the brightness.She stood in front of the shower stall, just taking it all in.

The thing was enormous.And all glass.With lots of nozzles.The huge mirror over the vanity was directly across from it, too, and would let her—or whoever she was with—watch whatever happened in that shower.Her heart thunked and heat tripped through her system thinking about it.Everything from the night before came rushing back.Her and Bennett in his bed.Him listening to her go on about how she felt about Leo and Ellie.Bennett insisting he couldn’t fuck her because she’d been drunk.That was unnecessarily gentlemanly of him, and she could honestly say that had been hot, too.And then all the incredible sexiness that came after that.The do-it-yourself orgasms were never as good as the real thing, but yet last night had seemed unbelievably satisfying.It had been deliciously dirty, for sure, but it had also seemed intimate.

She heard her phone ding and looked down.It was another text from Bennett.

Remember what I said about any orgasms that you have without me.

Her pulse pounded.He’d said that he’d tie her to the bed and tease her mercilessly.

Hmmm…

She eyed the shower.He’d never have to know though.

Her phone dinged.

And I will know.

She giggled.Actually giggled.He’d never know, and he didn’t even know she was awake and reading these messages right now.But she loved his cockiness and his dirtiness.

She’d already been hot for the guy, but after learning about everything he was doing from running a foundation that took care of the environment, to resisting everyone’s attempt to get him to run for office, to building a freakingislandto help protect Louisiana, she wasreallyturned on.

Kennedy would haveneverin a million years guessed that politics and environmental activism and throwing money around like it was beads off a Mardi Gras float would be a turn-on.But it was.Evidently.

Or maybe it was the man, and his intentions, behind it all.

Yeah, it was maybe that.But if she admitted that, she might have to admit that she was falling for him.A little.Maybe.

She reached in and turned on the shower, waited for it to warm up, and stepped under the spray.She’d just clean up quickly now.Yes, she eyed a couple of the nozzles and spent a few seconds telling herself that Bennett would neveractuallyknow.But in the end, she resisted.

Because she wanted that orgasm from him.

Dammit.He already had her doing what he told her.Ornotdoing what he told hernotto do, to be more precise.

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