Page 88 of Just Say Yes

But at that moment I was having a hell of a time remembering why.

When she flicked the switch, light flooded the kitchen, illuminating a large marble island. MJ disappeared inside a walk-in pantry. Moments later she was holding a bright-blue package.

“Cookies?” Her eyebrows bounced.

“Sure,” I chuckled.

“I’ll get the milk.” MJ grabbed two short glasses and pulled a gallon of milk from the large stainless-steel fridge.

“Now,” she asked as she poured milk into the glasses, “this is a very important question. Are you a dunker?”

Her fingers brushed mine as she passed me the glass of milk, and a spark shot straight to my gut. She didn’t pull away, letting her touch linger, as if daring me to close the distance between us. “You’re staring,” she said, her voice soft but teasing.

I leaned closer, the air between us electric. “Can you blame me?”

I pinched a cookie between my fingers. With a grin, I shoved the whole thing into my mouth and started chewing. Then I grabbed the glass and washed it down. “Milk is strictly for post-cookie enjoyment.”

Horrified, MJ slid the package of cookies away from me. “You’re a monster!”

Her giggle was infectious.

I reached around her, trying to steal another treat, but she swiveled, keeping the cookies just out of reach.

“You’re a shit,” I said, gripping her sides and tickling her.

MJ squealed, scrambling out of my touch and holding the cookies above her head. Her hips pushed back into me, rubbing herself against my front as we wrestled. My already rock-hard cock sprang to life as she rubbed against me.

My grip tightened on her hip as my lips closed around the soft skin at her neck. Her laughter died, and her breathing morphed into a soft moan. Her hips pressed backward as the package clattered to the countertop and one hand reached up to get lost in my hair.

My hands moved to grip her shoulders and rub the muscles with my thumbs. “You look good in my colors.”

MJ turned, facing me as she looked up, taunting me with one raised eyebrow. “You think so?”

Heat gathered at my spine. “Julep, I know so.”

Without breaking eye contact, her fingers lingered on the button of her pants, but she didn’t move right away. For a second she just looked at me, her hazel eyes searching.

My breath caught in my throat as I wondered what she saw.Did she see the man I was pretending to be? Or the one who was falling for her, hard and fast?

A sly smile spread across her pretty face. “How do you think these colors would look if I had nothing else on?”

This was it.

My last shred of self-control was dangling by a thread, and MJ’s fingers on that button were the scissors poised to cut it. I wanted to pull her into my arms, kiss her senseless, and lose myself in her completely.

My hips ground against her, and a tiny whimper pushed through her lips. “Show me.”

MJ’s chin lifted as she shoved me back, anticipation glittering in her eyes.

Just as her hands undid the button of her jeans, a low buzz from my phone filled the air.

We both froze, the tension crackling between us. “You gonna get that?” she asked, her voice breathless.

I shook my head, stepping closer. “Not a chance.”

I knew I was playing with fire. Letting her in, even a little, was a risk I couldn’t afford to take. But standing here, watching her look at me like I was the only man in the world, I couldn’t bring myself to care. For once, I wanted to forget the rules.

Forget the game and just get lost in her.

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