Page 114 of The Cabin

A goofy, lopsided grin and a big ol’ helping of adorable. “Yupp. They were a,Billionaire Bad Boyreference. The store didn’t have any vibrating eggs. I bought the shirts then, too. And I started wearing them after the bar because I knew you were sad they didn’t smell like me.”

“Riiiiight. So, you’re telling me that you noticed the face I made when I very subtly sniffed the shirt you gave me as you laid on theoppositeside of the bedbehindme…but you hadnoidea I was in love with you?”

“I wasn’t behind you.”

“I’m pretty sure you were.”

“You were drunk, your memory doesn’t count here.”

“Oh my gosh, get out of here.”

“I wanna snuggle.” The look on his face tells me he wants to do way more than snuggle.

“Absolutely not. We can’t both fit on here anyway. Give me my book back.”

Golden Retriever Grayson. Big puppy dog eyes. “Pleeeaasseee, baby. Let me cuddle you.”

I’m hoping my glare shows him how serious I am. Except I’m not serious and am about to break.

“I swear I’ll be quiet. You can sit and read and I’ll just hold you.”

“Hold my tits, you mean.”

He pretends to be shocked and offended. “I would never! Sol, get your head out of the gutter.” My eyes narrow as I watch him get closer and closer, trying to sneak his way in behind me. He bends down to grab my book and offers it to me on an imaginary silver platter. “Your reading material, my lady.” His wink is panty melting.

“Thank you, you’re dismissed.”

“Noooo.” Grayson drops to his knees and buries his head between, you guessed it, my tits. “I don’t wanna be dismissed, I wanna be invited into your chair.” God, he’s so fucking cute. “I’ll even read to you if you want. I really liked reading circle last time…” His teeth graze my nipple through my T-shirt.

I push him by his forehead and put on my ‘teacher face’. “See that? Can’t be trusted. Out. Get out of my space.”

He clings to my thighs and pouts his lips. “No, no. Give me another chance. I had a temporary moment of weakness! How can you expect a man tonotwant to suck your nipples? They’re so perfect,” he groans.

The drama he’s putting on is making me laugh. “You’re locked out for fifteen minutes. You can try again later.”

“FIFTEEN MINUTES!” He’s up on his feet in a heartbeat. “I am not waiting fifteen minutes to hold you.”

“Um, yes, you –”

No. He’s not.

Scooped up. Taken to the couch. Laid between two strong, muscular legs. Head on chest.

I know, I’m really suffering.

Grayson’s arms circle around me, one holding me across my stomach, one trailing up and down my arm. His lips press to the side of my head and he wraps one leg around mine. “Okay, sorry. You were saying?”

“That I hate you.” The words are barely out before I’m shrieking, trying to escape.

“Do you want to try that again?” His tickles are merciless and I don’t even have the chance to speak because I can’t catch my breath. I have to dig my nails into his hands to get him to slow down enough so that I can answer him.

“I love you! I love you. Okay? I love you.”

“Good, because you squirming around like that was getting me hard.”

“That must be very difficult for you.”

“Nah. It’s not too bad. You’ll just get on your knees for me later and fix the issue.”

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