Page 103 of Score on You

“Raincheck?”

Her gaze rakes over my mostly naked form, landing on my insistent dick. She licks her lips. “Absolutely.”

I step back from temptation before lust replaces logic. “If you start moaning my name, I can’t be held responsible for what happens next.”

“Is that a promise?”

My thumb gets clamped between my teeth to stave off a growl. “Dirty girl. Clean yourself up and we’ll be on our way.”

She winks before disappearing from sight. I throw on clothes and force myself out of the bedroom. If I get a look at her dripping wet, all bets are off. Those thoughts cloud my mind as I aimlessly wander around the house. Instinct leads me to the kitchen where I pack a cooler. Soon enough, footsteps come from down the hallway.

“Ready,” Callie announces.

My focus feasts on her as she approaches. A flowy dress tries to hide her figure, but I can easily map every curve. I blindly grab for the keys on the counter and meet her in the foyer. “Stunning as always, sweetness.”

She tilts her chin in invitation. “Thanks, boyfriend.”

I give her the kiss she seeks. “Love you.”

Her sigh puffs against my lips. “I love you more.”

A disgruntled scoff rips from me. “Don’t start with that. It’s not a competition, at least not one you can win.”

She pouts while snagging her purse and camera from the hutch. “But you owe me.”

“Which is why I love you the most.” I escort her outside, pausing while the automatic lock engages.

“I see what you did there,” she scolds half-heartedly.

“To be fair, I warned you.”

Callie’s laughter floats to the cloudless sky. Sunlight dances across her upturned features and I almost trip over my own feet. This woman has no clue how much power she wields over me.

With a palm notched at the base of her spine, I guide her to the truck. She snuggles against me along the way. I gobble the affection as usual, planting several kisses on her forehead. Once she’s situated and buckled, I round the hood and get settled behind the wheel. Her hand is clasped protectively in mine as I turn onto the street.

“This is a scenic route,” she notes while admiring the lush landscape.

My attention veers between her and the nonexistent traffic. “Have you ever thought about learning to drive?”

She peeks over at me. “It holds appeal, but you’re a wonderful chauffeur.”

“I don’t mind taking you wherever you need to go.”

“Precisely,” she chirps. “I’ve become somewhat of a passenger princess.”

“The offer stands if you ever want a private lesson,” I hint.

“Can I sit on your lap? You can work the pedals while I steer.” She leans across the console as if she’s about to hop over.

The tires squeal when I swerve into the opposite lane before getting back on track. “Keep it together, woman. We don’t wanna crash.”

“Just testing your restraint.”

“I think we’ve determined it’s nonexistent whenever you’re involved.”

She squeezes my fingers that are linked with hers. “Your reaction time is stellar too.”

“Which includes a safe arrival.” I pull into the empty lot.

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