Page 78 of Crazy Rich Cajuns

“In Autre.”

She lifted a brow.“Just in Autre?Because the mini quiches here—”

“Everywhere.”He didn’t smile.

Kennedy got serious.“Okay,” she said sincerely.She put her hand against his cheek.“Very okay.”

“And no one else.”

Her eyes widened.“You better not fucking date anyone else.”

“I meant you.”

“I don’t want to date anyone else.”No one else would ever measure up again.That was a truth she was going to have to get used to.

“Good.”

She started to lean in to kiss him, but he said, “And you should know that I’m only dating you long enough so that it’s not a huge shock when I propose.”

Kennedy pulled back.“What?”

“I want you.I want Autre.I want the bayou.For good.”

Kennedy blew out a breath.She knew she should say that was crazy and how could he know that?But the words wouldn’t come.Maybe because it didn’t feel as crazy as it should.“Okay,” she said softly.

Emotions flared in his eyes.“But you should also know that I don’t want politics.I don’t want to run for office in Louisiana, either.”

She swallowed.That one wasn’t as easy to agree to.“You’re amazing.You’re everything thatshould bein office.”

He squeezed her hip.“I’m serious.You have to be okay with that.”

She narrowed her eyes.“Maybeyouhave to be okay with me believing in you and pushing you to do more.”

Bennett cocked an eyebrow.“You would try to talk me into it?”

She lifted a hand to his chest and rubbed back and forth.“I would.I mean, you can’t run for office in Louisiana until you live there for two years anyway.”

“Kennedy—”

“And—” She scooted closer and put her lips against his chest over his heart.“I have an argument that no one else has used with you.”

He groaned, clearly knowing where this was going.

She kissed him.Then licked.Then moved lower and licked again.

His hand went to the back of her head and he curled his fingers into her hair.But he didn’t stop her.“Kennedy.That’s not fair.”

“It’s for the good of Louisiana,” she said, kissing down his ribs.“I can’t build an island to protect it.But I can incentivize the guy who can.”

“I’ll build the damned island anyway.”

His breathing was getting a little ragged and Kennedy grinned against his stomach.

“Well, you know how hot I find that,” she said.“Imagine what you could talk me into if I’m calling you Senator in bed.”

He groaned.

She licked just below his belly button.

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