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“I’m not letting you out of my sight for that long ever again.”

She laughs, but it’s husky; my little lady likes being told what to do. “It was only three days, Tanner.”

Kinsley lifts her eyes to meet mine, and it’s as if fireworks were exploding in front of her; the hazel colour is full of golden specks. My hands trail up over her hips, caressing each curve of her body. She leans in, taking my lips in a sweet kiss. She tastes like raspberries, I swear I’m going to buy a lifetime of these chapsticks so she never runs out. My hands continue moving higher and I brush my thumb over her breasts, her nipples harden under her shirt and she moans into my mouth.

I pull back just enough to speak, “Yeah, it was onlythree daysbut it was the longest four thousand, three hundred and twenty minutes of my life.”

A knock on the door has my head turning, Kinsley sighs and lets her head rest against my chest.

“Busy,” I clip.

The door opens and Kinsley quickly tries to climb off my lap, I tighten my hold on her looking over to see who thought it was a good idea to interrupt us at this moment. Of course, my little sister.

“Becky said she doesn’t get paid enough to babysit, so I decided I would come findMum and Dad,” she says, putting on a sweet fucking voice.

“Maybe Ishouldcall Mum and Dad, I wonder what they would think of their princess skipping counties without them knowing?”

She huffs, turning on her heels and leaving us alone once again. Kinsley places her hands gently either side of my face, drawing my attention back to her.

“Let’s pick this back up a little later; she leaves in the morning and I would really like to get to know her a little more before she goes.”

With a flutter of her dark eyelashes Kinsley has me in a trance,this fucking girl.What has she done to me? If she said jump, I would ask how high. This is more than a want; I need her, and it scares the shit out of me.

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The girls are on their fourth cocktail when Brad comes over to clear the table. “Last call for drinks, girls. We close in thirty minutes.”

Kinsley and Emma glance at each other playfully before looking in my direction. Whatever they are thinking, it can’t be good. These girls could cause some serious trouble together if left alone. I can’t hide the fact that this is everything I have ever wanted though, the two women in my life hitting it off.

“Whatever you’re thinking, the answer is no.” I look between them both in an attempt to get the message across.

“Just one fun little shot to end the night.” Kinsley purses her lips.

“Make it something yummy,” Emma says. “Like a dessert shot — oh you know those fancy ones, with cream on top where you have to take it without your hands!”

“Oh yeah, I’m down for that,” Becky calls over the music. “It’s just us here now anyway. Brad, line us all up with shots and I’ll start closing up.”

The next time Emma comes home I’m hiring these girls security.I pinch the bridge of my nose, a headache forming. When we get over to the bar, Emma sits on the stool to the left of me and Kinsley stands to my right. Not knowing whether my hand around her waist is supporting her to stand, I leave it there.

“On the count of three, ready?” Becky announces, standing on the other side of the bar, along with Brad. “One, Two, Three!”

Everyone bends down to their shot glass and picks it up with their mouth, tipping their heads back. It’s harder than it looks and when I glance over at Em, she has cream on her nose.

“How did you manage that?” I laugh. “Come here.” I clean the whipped cream off of her face with a napkin. “I think it’s time I get the two of you home.” Wrapping my arm around Kinsley’s waist once again and taking Em by the hand, we head towards the car.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Kinsley

“I can walk, Tanner.” I laugh against his chest as he carries me inside.

“Night, lovers!” Emma shouts, as she stumbles through the doorway. Balancing on one leg, she attempts to take her heels off. Instead she lands on her bum with a thud.

“Jesus Christ,” Tanner mumbles, as he sits me down on the sofa in the entryway. “Stay here.”

He grabs Em and throws her over his shoulder. “What the hell! Put me down you big baboon.”

She mumbles endless threats until her voice fades towards her bedroom and moments later he’s back, and I’m being cradled against his chest again. Fighting to keep my eyes open, I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair; he has let it get a little longer than usual.Something to hold onto,I chuckle out loud to my own thoughts. Tanner either doesn’t hear me, or chooses not to buy into my madness. I don’t mind either way, it won’t be long before I let him have his way with me. My body has been craving him since he walked into my office earlier tonight. Thinking of all the things he would do to me and how my body ignites under his touch.

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