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“I’ll see you when I get back. And just so you’re prepared, I’m gonna quiz you on the game to make sure you watched.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be watching. If for no other reason than to see your end zone dance.” She winks and, without missing a beat, backs out of my driveway. A kiss gets blown my way before she drives away. I watch her car until it disappears from sight. As I turn to walk back inside, I realize I’m still smiling. And it occurs to me I’m about to be screwed in more ways than one.

CHAPTER 18

SCARLETT

I’m eating some of the remaining cake and ice cream from the other night when my phone alerts me I’ve received a text. I place my bowl on the coffee table and pick up my phone.

Are you busy?

Nope. Just eating cake and ice cream.

Can we FaceTime?

Sure.

As soon as I see his name on the screen, I smile and answer.

“Hey.”

“Hi, Scar. How’s the cake and ice cream?”

“As delicious as it was the other night. Speaking of… if you don’t mind, I’m going to eat while we chat.”

“Go for it. I’ll just watch and be jealous.”

“There’s still plenty left. You can have some when you’re back.”

“I wish you were with me,” he says, surprising me.

“You do?”

“Yep.”

“But you have the room to yourself. That must be nice.”

“It’s okay. If you were here we’d be having a lot more fun.”

“Oh boy, I’ve created a monster.” I laugh. “And I wish I were with you too. I had a shitty day and could really use an orgasm to improve things.”

“Why was it shitty?” he asks, looking concerned.

“My parents were in town for the day and took me to lunch. Let’s just say the meal lasted way too long.”

“I’m sorry it didn’t go well. Why are they in town for such a short amount of time?”

“That’s all they can spare for me. Not that I want to be around them for longer, but I am their daughter. You’d think they’d want to see me more often.”

“It’s their loss.”

“That’s what Autumn always says, but it still sucks knowing my parents have no interest in being around me for more than a brief lunch.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I happen to like spending time with you.”

“Thank you. That’s sweet of you to say.”

“I mean it. And I think I have an idea of how you can have an orgasm, thus improving your day.” He grins.

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