Page 110 of Silver Fox Puck

Completely unbothered.

And fuck me, I’m so far gone.

I should say something.

Hell, I should do something.

But all I can do is lean against the countertop and watch.

Kenzie has no idea what she’s doing to me.

Standing there, bare legs, thin shirt draped over her curves, completely lost in whatever song she’s humming.

Like she’s done this a hundred times.

Like she belongs here with me.

Like she’s mine.

And fuck.

That realization hits harder than it should.

She turns then, catching sight of me watching her.

A slow smile spreads across her lips.

"See something you like, Silver Fox?"

I push off the doorframe, closing the space between us.

"That depends." I slide a hand over her hip, fingers toying with the hem of my shirt. "Is this mine, or are you planning on stealing it?"

Kenzie grins, reaching for her coffee I’d just poured.

"Stealing implies you’d actually ask for it back."

Hell. She’s right.

I wouldn’t.

She sips her coffee, watching me over the rim.

Then—her free hand lifts, tracing a slow, teasing path down my chest.

My breath goes tight.

Her fingers skim lower, lower, until—

My phone buzzes.

Loud.

Obnoxious.

Cock-blocking.

Kenzie laughs.

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