Page 158 of Small Town, Big Storm

At least until she says, “But what would we tell Holly about the pool?”

More laughter in my chest, in the air.“We could offer a rooftop hot tub?”

Her smile is so damned beautiful, but her words are even more so.Because they show how devastatingly gorgeous her soul is.

“No,” she says.“When it’s ready, we should move into your place.”When I start to protest she shushes me.“We have a job to do there.”

“What’s that?”

“To make good memories.”

“Baby,” I rasp.

A brush of her lips over mine.“And Cassie needs a place to stay too.Things are tough for her right now, and I think Sully would love the idea of the apartment going to someone who needs it.Plus, with how busy the bar has been, it’d be nice to hire some extra help and then make her assistant manager.If she closes a few nights during the week Holly and I could come to some games.”

My heart rolls over in my chest.“God, I love you.”

Her eyes go glassy but her tone is light when she says, “That’s because I’m lovable.”

“Yes, you are.”I draw her close.“You know we have a job to doheretoo.”

“Oh yeah?”Her brows fly up.“What’s that?”

I scoop her up into my arms, carry her over to the bar.“Seeing how fast I can make you come.”

A grin.“I like a man who likes a challenge.”

Spinning her, I plant her hands on the wooden top, trace my tongue over the shell of her ear.“Who says it’s a challenge, baby?”

She shudders and arches back, tempting me with that gorgeous ass.

I trail my hands down her sides, slipping them beneath her tee and bra and molding her flesh in my palms.

“Storm,” she moans, but I’m focused on the challenge, dipping my hand down, flicking open the button on her jeans, and dragging down the zipper.

“Fuck,” I groan, finding her slick and hot and tight as I slide a finger over her clit, through her labia, and press it inside.I pump it in and out, rolling the hard bud of her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, slowly driving us both insane.

“Now,” she orders, bucking against me, her pussy growing slicker, her breathing even more erratic as she presses back, silently begging for more.

“Hmm,” I murmur, fucking her with my finger.“What’s your hurry, baby?”

“That orgasm you promised me,” she says tartly.

I grin and she takes advantage of my distraction, wiggling and shoving her jeans down, sending the denim and her underwear bunching at her ankles.

Works for me.

I slip my finger out of her, grasp her hips, and tug her back.

“Hands on the bar, Pop,” I order and thrust forward.

She slaps them down just in time, catching herself against the wood as I press deep and we both groan in pleasure.

“So tight,” I say, drawing back.“So hot.”I stroke forward.“So fucking wet.”I pull back again and smack that gorgeous plump ass, thecrackmaking her gasp and arch against me.

“Again,” she demands.

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