Page 74 of Home Town Advantage
“Breastfeed me then.” He chuckles.
She ignores him and hands me a purple gift bag with light pink tissue paper peeking out. “Happy new house.”
I smile. “You’re so sweet. Thank you.”
She nods toward it. “Open the gift. You can use it tonight.”
Assuming it’s a bottle of wine, I dip my hand into the bag only to pull out what appears to be a penis-shaped wine decanter. She smirks. “I hear things really open up in the balls.”
Yep, there are two big glass balls at the bottom. “I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
She giggles. “I made Booster go into the store to pick it up. You should have seen his face. God, I love having an intern. Shaming a man in the process is an added perk.”
Daylen raises an eyebrow. “You have an intern?”
She nods. “I do.”
“Why?”
“Because it amuses me, and I’m a busy woman. I need someone to run errands for me.”
“Do you pay him?” Daylen asks.
She smirks. “Nope. That’s the beauty. He gets school credit for it.”
He studies her carefully. “That’s actually brilliant. I need an intern.”
Everyone arrives shortly thereafter, each with a gift in hand. They’re all so generous and thoughtful. Beau brought me a healthy living cookbook for athletes that lists him as the author. I think there’s more to Beau Fudd than meets the eye.
When Vance arrives, looking edible as always in his customary uniform of jeans, a flannel, and cowboy boots, he offers me a gift bag too. “Should I open it?” I ask.
He nods. “Youcan if you want.”
I reach into the bag and pull out a pretty wooden picture frame. As I examine it closely, I see it’s a picture of Finn and me. I remember taking it. He was eighteen and I was ten. I’m on his back at the front entrance of the cabin. It was the day they finally finished. We’re both covered in paint and laughing without a care in the world.
I give him a soft smile. “I love it. Thank you.”
“That was a good day.”
I nod. “Sure was. I remember it clearly. I know just the spot for it.”
With him on my heels, I walk through the house and place it prominently on the mantel above my fireplace. Vance smirks at me. “Is that a gas fireplace, O’Shea?”
I scrunch my face. “Yes. It’s the only thing I dislike about this place, though I can’t imagine finding wood would be easy in the city.”
He whispers, “I’ll give you as much wood as you want.”
I narrow my eyes at him and mouth, “Behave.”
He shakes his head and mouths back, “Never.”
All I want to do is kiss that smug smile off his face.Or sit on it.
So…Vance McCaffrey is officially my weakness. He sexually coerced me into agreeing to a top-secret relationship. One minute I was saying no, and the next he was inside me, and I said yes. Several times. Over and over. Very loudly.
We agreed to spend time together away from any prying eyes. That is all I will ever give him. Of course, I know this is a colossal mistake, but I can’t seem to help myself. I’m addicted to the sex. At least that’s what I’m telling myself.
He adjusts himself in his jeans. “I can see my bite marks on your neck. Fuck, it’s turning me on.”
