Page 63 of Body Check
I reach for a cart and shake my head. “You had the full Bridgette Mikalski experience in the shower this morning. We don’t need to listen to music. Our grocery list isn’t even that long.” Dutton’s cooking for the hockey house tonight, and I needed to stock up on a few things, so we decided to be all domestic and tackle grocery shopping as a couple.
“You can share your body with me, but not your music?” he asks, looking wounded. “That hurts, Dove.”
I roll my eyes and tap my phone screen to bring up the list we made, but I underestimate the quickness of my boyfriend’s reflexes. Before I even realize what’s happening, he’s reaching in front of me and tapping the Play button on my phone screen. Fine by me, I can jam out with the best of them. But when I slip the other earbud into my left ear and see the look on Dutton’s face, I realize we’re not listening to music.
“Oh, shit. I was listening to my audiobook and I—,” my words trail off just as the narrator’s voice fills our ears.
“Are you going to be a good girl, Annabeth, and wrap your slutty lips around my aching cock? Or do you want to get punished?”
“That’s a tough question, Jack. Your dick tastes so good, but I also love the sting of your palm against the bare skin of my ass. Such a hard decision.”
“You better make it quick, before Elliot realizes we left the party and comes looking for us.”
Dutton’s eyes nearly bug out of his head. I try to hit the pause button, but he shoos my hand away.
“Oops! Sorry about that. We can switch to a playlist,” I tell him. My face probably matches my hair right now, that’s how hard I’m blushing.
“You should be sorry,” he grumbles, covering my phone with his hand. “Because now we’re on chapter sixteen and I need to catch up. I’m so lost. Can lips be slutty? And who the hell is Elliot?”
I crack a smile. “He’s Jack’s son. And Annabeth’s ex-boyfriend. Let’s just listen to some music.”
“Oh, hell no,” he says, his grin wolfish. “If Annabeth’s going down on her ex’s dad, why the hell would I want to listen to music? Chapter sixteen, here we fucking go.”
And that’s how I find myself wandering around a grocery store with my sexy boyfriend while we listen to the drama—and the sex life—of Judge Jack Graves and Annabeth Dever, his son’s ex-girlfriend.
Dutton’s strolling along casually, tipping items into the cart like he’s listening to a sports podcast instead of a steamy sex scene.
I’m searching for bananas that are the lightest shade of green possible when a message pops up on my phone.
Dutton: You’re in trouble, Dove.
Bridgette: Why’s that?
Dutton: First off, you’ve been holding out on me. We should have formed our own little book club weeks ago.
Bridgette: My apologies.
Dutton: You’re forgiven on that count. But I might just have to take a page out of Jack Graves’s playbook and punish you for something else.
Bridgette: And what’s that?
Dutton: There’s a strip of bare skin that peeks out of the gap between the top of your leggings and the bottom of your shirt and it’s got me hard as fuck. I want to taste it. I want to run my hands over it. I want to fucking bite it.
Dutton: And I can’t because we’re in the middle of a damn grocery store and if we get kicked out for public indecency, I won’t have any food to cook for the house dinner tonight.
Bridgette:I guess you’ll just have to wait until we get back to the hockey house…
Dutton:Or I could order pizza. Everybody loves pizza.
Dutton is ready to get out of this store.
I know this because the looks he’s sending me are enough to make me want to bolt for the frozen food section just to cool off. Luckily, we’re almost ready to check out.
“I’ll grab these breadcrumbs and then we’re all set, right?” I ask, reaching my hand up to the top shelf for the cylindricalcontainer. But just as my hand touches it, I feel Dutton’s body—his very hard body— pressed into mine.
“Do you need help reaching that?” he asks, his lips an inch away from my ear.
I almost laugh. “You do realize I’m not much shorter than you are, and I can reach the top shelf just fine all by myself, don’t you?”
