Page 95 of Riding the High

Stop kidding yourself, Vixen. You’d be thinking about it anyway. You’re always thinking about it.

That so?

HUSBAND

Yes.

You been reading my diary, Cole?

HUSBAND

No need, purse letters say it all.

Fucker.

Pretty confident to assume you know what I’m thinking.

HUSBAND

Don’t need confidence, baby. I know for a fact that just talking about this is making that tight little pussy wet for me.

A rush of heat filters through my core at his words.Dammit.

I have no idea how this man makes me feel this way. Oh wait, yes I do. It’s because he’s fucking incredible and the literal definition of Hot Sheriff Daddy, big dick energy.

HUSBAND

Tell me I’m wrong.

I bite my lip and start to type, honesty and my second sangria driving me on.

I can’t. You’re right. I’m always thinking about it.

HUSBAND

Want to know what I can’t stop thinking about?

I take the bait.

What?

HUSBAND

Only three more hours until I get to kiss those beautiful lips, prop them open and stuff my cock down my dirty little wife’s throat.

I shift in my seat. Any more of this and I’m going to have to take care of myself somewhere at the bar. It’s at this moment that I realize Liv, Avery and CeCe are back from the bathroom and in front of our table, watching me sit here and grin at my phone like an absolute idiot. I have no idea how long they’ve been there.

“At the risk of me making myself feel grossed out at the thought, that’s my brother, isn’t it,” CeCe says.

“I …” I sip my sangria.

“You’re practically making love to your phone,” Liv giggles, before turning to CeCe. “Cover your ears!”

“Why do I feel like I’m always covering my ears?” She gets up. “I’m going to kiss my husband. Talk about the gross stuff while I’m gone. You have two minutes.”

She saunters over to the bar, seating herself on a stool in front of Nash. So maybe I have three minutes.

“Well?” Liv asks.

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