Page 44 of Pinch of Love

Legs up in the air.

Arms up in the air.

Legs up in the air.

Just watching her was making me dizzy, and I couldn’t imagine it was doing great things for the carbonation in her stomach.

On the last cartwheel, she jumped up.

“Ta-da.” She beamed with exuberance and didn’t look like any of the bubbles or beans were coming to revisit, so I stood up and clapped, trying to shove the thoughts out of my head surrounding her apparent flexibility.

“Bet you didn’t see that coming.” She jogged over to me.

“Not at all.” I watched her bound in front of me.

And before I realized what had happened, I pulled her into me.

I brought her face up with my finger as she smiled with dopey-looking eyes.

The sweetness of her lips was intoxicating, and the little moan of unexpected pleasure made my groin almost uncomfortable with need. Her tongue danced with mine—sweeping, twirling, moving. Her breaths quickened with anticipation as she skimmed her hands underneath my shirt, and I softly nipped her bottom lip with my mouth.

She tasted so good.

Maya’s hand slowly dipped below the waistband of my pants, and I sucked in a hiss of anticipation as her fingers ran along my treasure trail, never quite making it to where I’d hoped.

But it was her decision, and at least I’d let myself escape my head for the first time in years.

Chapter Eleven

Maya

“Wait a second.” Grace’s hands flew into the air. “You made out with Cash, and then he slept on the couch?”

“Yup.” I popped the P for extra effect.

“The woman who told me I should be sexting my man is having her man sleep on the couch.”

My eyes widened, and I glanced around the community center.

“He’s not my man,” I whispered.

She cocked her head and rolled her eyes. “Cash Knox doesn’t go around with strange women.”

“I’m not strange.”

Grace chuckled. “You know what I mean.”

“Don’t tell a soul. Do you promise me? Especially not Grandma.”

Grace’s gaze filled with mischief. “Why? Are you afraid she’ll tell everyone like she did about you and the chipmunk?”

“Wait. What?” I slammed my hands on my book. “You know about that?”

Grace laughed and nodded, glancing around the room where the book club was meeting. “I’m sure she only told me.”

“What are the odds?” I snorted, and Grace looked horrified. “You still haven’t gotten over the snorting?”

I scowled at her as Grandma Millie came into the room.

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