Page 102 of Spicy Ever After

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“We don’t have to be silent, honeysuckle, but we can’t be too loud,” he cautions, chuckling. “My crew’s across the field, but sounds carry.”

Honeysuckle.

My clit buzzes and I can’t help but rock against him.

Beck releases my lips and hisses. “Jesus, Hattie.”

The way he says my name with so much heat and longing, I can’t wait any longer.

“If I get too loud, just kiss me.”

It’s seriously one of the best ideas I’ve ever had. I might be a genius.

A quivering, panty-soaked genius.

Beck’s crack of laughter tells me that I’ve shared these thoughts aloud too.

“I’m fucking crazy about you,” he purrs and then kisses me. Deep. Long.

I whimper.

“Please…”

He nods. “Tear open the condom, honey.” Beck speaks against my kiss-swollen mouth. I nod back, pinch the package between my fingers, and tug.

But nothing happens.

I tug again.

No dice.

I break from Beck’s hungry mouth to focus my full attention on the task and tug fruitlessly. I frown at the confounding little square, rotate it ninety degrees, and hit it again.

“How do you open this stupid thing?”

Beck’s mouth has drifted to the flesh of my upper arm, just below the sleeve of my T-shirt, covering it with light kisses. “Hmm?”

I tug and twist. “How do you open this stupid condom?”

Beck draws back, focuses on the package in my grasp, then shifts his eyes to me. “Like any other condom.”

I blink and press my lips together.

Beck frowns and watches me for three whole seconds.

“Have you never used a condom?”

I blink again. And a kernel of wariness balls in my stomach.

“What if I say no?” I ask slowly.

Now it’s Beck’s turn to blink. Maybe it’s just the light, but those inky pools of his pupils might shrink just a little.

“Hattie…” Beck’s frown deepens, his mouth working but no sound coming out for a long second. “Have you… have you ever done this?”

I swallow, searching his eyes as if they hold the right answer.

Then, like an idiot, I repeat myself.

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