Page 93 of Own the Eights
A wide grin stretched across Hector’s face. “Bobby and I love a good twist.”
“And we always love a good opposites-attract story,” Bobby continued, wrapping his arm around his partner.
“Initially, we were going to offer you both positions as paid contributors. But then we cooked up this idea with the FBI, and well, we couldn’t wait to see what happened between the two of you,” Hector explained.
“But I was the ‘why date a ten when you should marry an eight’ girl and Jordan was all about being a perfect ten.”
Hector’s grin stretched wider. “I know! Isn’t it fabulous! It was like throwing yin and yang into a frying pan and waiting to see what happened.”
“You’ve wanted it to be Georgie and me all along?” Jordan asked.
Bobby nodded. “Yes, and all those challenges just solidified how great you are together.”
“Together?” she and Jordan replied.
“Like a ‘He Said, She Said’ thing. Call it whatever you’d like,” Hector replied with a wave of his hand.
“Your numbers are through the roof. The whole CityBeat site is tittering on insanity, wanting to know if you guys are the real thing.”
She turned to Jordan. “What about all your work building the Marks Perfect Ten Mindset blog?”
He smiled down at her. A smile so sweet, it nearly stopped her heart. “I kind of wrote a manifesto denouncing it.”
“You did?”
“He also tried to withdraw from the contest,” Bobby chimed in.
Jordan’s gaze softened. “What do you say, Georgie? Could you be happy with a guy without a number?”
“I think I’m done with numbers,” she answered, unable to look away.
Jordan caressed her cheek. “Good, because what we have is more than just a number.”
“That’s not bad,” she said as Jordan frowned.
“What’s not bad?”
She grinned up at him. “More than just a number. It’s a great name for a blog.”
He leaned in. “More Than Just a Number by Georgie Jensen.”
“And Jordan Marks,” she finished with Barry filming as their lips met in a kiss so sweet and so pure, no matter how many likes it got them, it was off the charts when it came to the metric of true love.
Epilogue
Jordan
“Maybe if I bend my leg like that and put my knee over here, it will work. Can you check the book and see if I’m doing it right, Jordan?”
Jordan sat on the edge of the bed with Georgie between his thighs, which was, usually, exactly where he wanted her. Except, right now, she was upside down, doing a damn headstand with her knees hugging his head. And as much as he loved her knees and legs and every other part of her, he’d had about enough of trying the Kama Sutra’s daredevil sixty-nine position.
He pushed the book aside and set her right-side up onto his lap. Rosy-cheeked, most likely from all the blood that had to have rushed to her head, her hair fell past her shoulders in loose waves.
She gave him a sexy little smile. “Not up for erotic acrobatics?”
“I was thinking more along the lines of this,” he said, taking her hair into his hand and twisting her locks into a sexy as hell messy bun.
“Oh, it seems that Mr. Marks wants the naughty librarian,” she purred, biting her fingertip, then running it seductively between her breasts.
