Page 30 of Heat Stroke

What is he doing?

But, I stay put and look around at the peaceful scene while he disappears behind me. I hear the truck door open and then close and then the squeak of the tailgate being lowered catches my attention, causing me to turn back to him.

Blaze

Wren seems tolike this place. I was a little unsure of bringing her here.

Hell, this is my sacred spot. No one has ever come here, except family and they don’t really come out here that often anymore. Kristoph comes out now and again, but for the most part, this is all mine.

It’s always been my spot. My place to just… be.

After grabbing the food and wine I stashed in the cooler in the back seat, I swipe the blankets and old comforter and drop the tailgate of my truck to lay everything out.

We could eat on the ground if Wren prefers, but I wanted to make the truck bed comfortable just in case she’s not a fan of sand.

Wren turns, watching me as I lay out the old comforter and then the blankets on top to make it really soft. Her eyes widen as she slowly walks over. “You brought us a picnic?!” She sounds very surprised.

Good surprised or bad surprised?

I nod and start pushing the citronella tiki-torches into the sand around the truck to ward off the unofficial state “birds”… mosquitos and gnats. Reaching out, I light the wicks on all of the torches and jump out to meet back up with Wren. “I would have done all this earlier, but it’s summer in ‘Da Boot… so, you know, it’s as hot as Satan’s balls and I didn’t want the food to spoil. Plus… we both work, so…”

I’m babbling like an idiot.

Is she impressed?

Is this too much? Not enough?

Shit. Should we have gone to a restaurant?

Smiling, she leans up, pressing a sweet kiss to my lips before settling back on her heels. “It’s perfect. Very thoughtful…” She cocks her head and looks at me through her lashes. “It’s also pretty much a certainty that you’re getting laid…”

Uh. What?

I already knew that. Or, I was pretty sure after today in my office.

Not that she has to sleep with me.

I’m not expecting it…

Hoping for it… Yes! Expecting it… No!

But, she says this means I’m getting laid.

So, apparently she wants me as badly as I want her after all?!

I laugh, trying to act macho. “I won’t shut you down again if you want to jump me. Just putting that out there.”

She grins and blushes. “Really?! So, dessert is certainly on the menu tonight, then?!” She’s so cheeky.

Ok, if she keeps that up, I’m going to take her before dinner…

No, we’re doing it right tonight…

Put out the fire in your loins, Blaze!

Nodding at her, I take her hand and lead her over to the truck bed before lifting her in. As she squeals, I slap her ass and say as sternly as I can, “Definitely. However, first we’re having dinner. So, stop tempting me, Wren.”

Her lip protrudes in a mock pout and my dick jumps. “Fine… What are you feeding me?” She chuckles. “I’m actually really hungry.”

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