Page 103 of One Spicy Summer

“Wow, Ry, this place is extra bougie,” she giggles, her eyes lighting up. “Like, I can’t pronounce half the shit on this menu besides fries and chicken nuggets.”

I can’t help but stare at her.Goddamn, she’s beautiful. Untouchably, heartbreakingly beautiful.

She catches me staring, her smile faltering. “What?” she asks, cheeks already starting to flush.

“Nothing, baby. Just admiring the view.”

Her cheeks blaze even deeper. She dips her head like she’s embarrassed.Not a chance in hell.

“Presley,” I murmur, voice dropping low enough to vibrate across the table, “look at me.”

She lifts her head slowly, shyly. “Iamlooking at you.”

“You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts. If I could spend every second of every day just watching you… I would.”

She presses a hand to her flushed cheek, her smile turning bashful. “Ry,” she breathes, her voice like a melody that wraps around my heart.

I’m not done with her yet. Not even close.

I edge my chair closer, slow and deliberate. “That’s not the only thing I’m good at,” I growl. She shivers when I lean in, my breath feathering over the shell of her ear. “My tongue, my fingers...” I pause, letting my words sink deep. “My cock.”

I lean back just enough to watch the devastation I’ve caused.

And fuck if it isn't beautiful.

Presley's face goes scarlet, her chest heaving under that tight, little dress, her thighs pressing together beneath the table. I can smell her arousal. Taste it on the air.

“Rygaard Garrison, you cannot say things like that to me in public unless you plan on doing something about it.” She purrs the words into my neck, her nose trailing a dangerous line along my skin.

“Use your words, Hellion,” I murmur, gripping her chin and tilting her face toward mine.

“I-I want you, Ry,” she whispers, the desperation lacing her voice slicing right through me.

My cock is so hard it hurts.

I shift in my seat, adjusting myself under the table while Presley watches, biting her lip like she wants to sink to her knees right there.

But not yet.

Not here.

Not until I say so.

“Too bad, baby. Tonight’s about patience.” I grin, watching her huff and fold her arms across her chest like a pouting brat.

“Are you pouting right now?” I tease.

She nods sullenly, grabbing her menu and hiding behind it. Cute.

So fucking cute.

Several minutes pass before she smacks the menu down like a petulant child. “I know what I want,” she announces.

“That’s a first,” I mutter, grinning when she shoots me a deadly glare.

“What was that?”

“Oh, nothing, Little Hellion. Just admiring how adorable you are when you're ready to throw down.”

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