Page 33 of All I Need

“Was this room used in a 90’s porno shoot?” he asks, humor lacing in his tone.

I playfully hit him with the back of my hand against his stomach then quickly realize what a mistake that was because holy rock hard abs!

“And you’ve watched so much 90’s porn?” I tease.

“Seriously. This was your bedroom?”

I look around at the leopard print chair in the corner, the black satin bedding with leopard print throw pillows and glossy black furniture. The mirrored closet doors and gaudy silk tree in the corner really set the room apart.

“He always talked about how much he loved it and it didn’t matter to me what my bedroom looked like so I never…” my voice trails off in a whisper when Walker moves from behind me and turns to face me.

“Cared? Right. I got that. We’re moving on, Ellie. Let’s get your shit and get outta here. You’re better than 90’s porn.”

“That might be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” I croon.

His lip quirks up and he looks around, spotting the door that leads to the closet.

“Tell me where to start and we’ll make this quick.”

Together we gather up all the clothes we can in the garbage bags I took from Polly’s and stuffed in my purse. I don’t even care that I’m going to have to iron for days. The only focus I have right now is to get packed up so I can get back home as fast as I can.

Home.

How quickly I considered Miss Polly’s house my home.

“Which dresser?” he asks, two empty bags in his hand.

I point and he immediately gets to work by opening one of the top drawers. He stuffs all my socks into the bag then moves to the next drawer. Before I can open my mouth to stop him, he’s pulling out my underwear in handfuls. Then… “Well, well, well… what do we have here?”

I dart over as quickly as I can and wrench my hot pink vibrator out of his hand and hide it behind my back. He bursts out laughing when he leans over to look into the drawer, spotting a few more toys and a bottle of lube.

Horrified, I push him out of the way so I can slam the drawer shut.

“Don’t be embarrassed, Ellie. I think it’s hot.”

I cover my face, the messy bun on my head flops to the side when my head falls forward. Walker moves in closer, lifting his hands to move mine and wraps me up in his strong embrace.

Our eyes meet, his… heated.

Oh my.

“It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice is low and husky. “As long as he’s no longer allowed to be a part of that game.” He rubs his hands up and down my arms, squeezing my biceps lightly. “You’re not the idiot. He is. Rearview mirror, babe. That’s where he’s at. Load that sexy shit into the bag and let’s finish up.” He presses his lips to my forehead and I suck in a breath, placing my hands on his chest.

Oh my.

Muscles and hardness and he smells good and…

“You with me?”

I rock back on my heels and look up. I swallow hard. “I’m with you,” I whisper.

“Right. Let’s move.”

I push away the last of my embarrassment and do exactly what he just commanded.

We move.

In ten minutes, we have all my belongings thrown into the bags. It takes two trips to get all my bags brought down to my mid-size SUV and place what doesn’t fit in Walker’s pickup.

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