Page 3 of Keeping Kaitlyn

If she does that, it’ll take everything I have to keep myself from tackling her in the dirt and throwing her into the waiting SUV.

Instead of running, she casts her look past me, down the dark road, at the house that sits at the end of it. “No.”

“You can change your mind, Sunshine,” I tell her, even though I’m not entirely sure it’s true.

“No…” Turning, she tilts her head so she can look up at me. “I can’t.” Moving closer, she pushes herself up onto her tiptoes. “I don’t want to.”

That’s it.

That’s all I need to hear.

Jerking the portfolio out of her grip, I toss it onto the hood of the car before I wrap an arm around to pull her close. “I’m glad you said that...” Lowering my mouth to hers, I trace the curve of her lush lower lip with the tip of my tongue, my dick stiffening in an instant when I feel her soft gasp brush against my lips.

“Why’s that?” she whispers it, each word skimming and teasing her mouth against mine.

“Because I was beginning to plan your kidnapping.” Suddenly, I’m sure that if I don’t get her into the waiting SUV, I’m going to end up getting her naked and bending her over thehood of her mother’s car. I can see it—Kait’s jeans in a dusty heap in the middle of the road. Legs spread wide. Pussy bare and on display. Wet and swollen. Eager to be filled. Me, standing behind her. Jeans yanked down around my hips. The head of my hard, thick cock splitting the seam of her?—

Fuck.

Later.

I’ll draw it later.

Then we’ll do it for real.

Forcing myself to let her go, I take a step back. “We have to leave.” Circling my hand around her wrist, I start the walk to the SUV, pulling her behind me in my wake. “Now.”

“Why?”

I can hear it in her tone—she knowsexactlywhy.

Stopping in front of the Escalade, I signal the driver to stay where he is when he starts to move. I can open my own fucking door. “Because I’m about two seconds away from bending you over the hood of your mother’s car,” I answer her anyway, hoping to shock her into behaving.

No such luck.

“And?”

Groaning softly, I shake my head. “And I don’t think you’re ready to be fucked in public, Sunshine.”

“Is that something you’d want to do?” Looking up at me with wide blue eyes, she rolls that plump lower lip of hers between her teeth. “Fuck me in public?”

I consider lying. Telling her I’d never do something like that. That the thought had never even entered my mind.

Instead, I tell her the truth.

Pulling the door open, I offer my free hand to help her into the waiting SUV. “I’d fuck you in the middle of Vatican Square,in front of the Pope, if the opportunity presented itself.”

“Hmmm…” Giving me a slow grin, she reaches out to pull her backpack off my shoulders and I let her. Watching while she tosses it into the waiting SUV and begins to climb in after it, I feel my already aching cock start to throb when she stops, mid-climb, to give me an over the shoulder look. “I think I just found the next item on my bucket list.”

THREE

KAITLYN

Just like inthe back of his brother’s truck, as soon as we we’re settled into the back of Went’s fancy SUV, he reaches for me, pulling me into his lap. Unlike last time, I don’t protest. I don’t tell him to put me down. I’m able to admit, at least to myself, that I like the way being protected and taken care of by him feels.

Looking up at him, I think about all the things I’ve learned about him over the last several hours. Went isn’t justWent—Damien’s hot younger brother. He’s Wentworth Hawthorne-Fiorella—CEO of a billion-dollar hotel empire… and he showed up on our doorstep because he was hiding from the press and probably the police because his girlfriend accused him of being behind the wheel of her car when it crashed into a downtown LA bus bench and nearly killed a man.

I know it makes me a horrible person, but I don’t care about any of it. Not what he’s accused of or even that he, according to conflicting reports, has a girlfriend.

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