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She wipes the hair out of her eyes, smudging paint across her forehead, which has me breaking out in the biggest grin. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“What am I doing?” she laughs, holding her hands out towards my face, gesturing to the rest of her body as though the answer is obvious. “Painting.”

I point my finger towards the watch I am wearing on my wrist. “Angel, it's 7 pm. I told you to be ready because I was taking you out.” Blatantly looking her up and down, I continue, “not that I don’t think you look hot as fuck right now, but I don’t think I could handle another man seeing you in those shorts. At least, not until every fucker in this town knows that I’m your man, and until then, I can’t let you go out in those shorts.”

She rolls her eyes at me before leaning against the wall of the house. She arches a perfect brow and crosses her arms over her chest. “You won’t allow me, huh?” she questions, staring at me with humor-filled eyes that come across way more flirtatious than I think she intends.

“Damn straight, babe,” I tell her, maybe a little too cocky.

She smirks right back at me before turning around and walking back inside her house, leaving the door wide open for me to follow her in. She swings her hips from side to side as she goes, showing me just how short those fucking things really are.

I cup my dick, squeezing him hard as I watch her walk away. I can see her perfect, round ass cheeks hanging out the bottom of her shorts. She giggles when she hears me moan, knowing damn well what kind of effect she’s having on me right now. This woman should come with a warning label. Hell, I don’t even care if I get burned, just seeing her now, I know it’ll be worth it.

I follow her into the kitchen as she hops up onto the counter. I’m starting to learn my little angel feels most comfortable up on that spot. She can see nearly her whole home from here, and I’d assume that as a mom, she’d want to know her babies are safe at all times. Hell, maybe she likes it up here because those little rug rats wouldn’t be able to reach her.

I stand directly across from Amelia, leaning back on the kitchen counter and crossing my arms over my chest. Just watching her, waiting. It doesn’t take long for our Mexican stand-off to end before she speaks. “So … what brings you out to this neck of the woods?” she asks, crossing her legs under herself on the counter as she looks up at me from under those long, thick lashes.

I’m under her skin, and I fucking love it.

I laugh at her display of defiance. “I warned you, I was picking you up. I told you I would be here at seven on the dot, and I have Zoey as my witness. And while we’re on the topic, you seem a little underdressed.” I tell her, blatantly checking her out.

A blush spreads across her face, and it’s fucking beautiful. “I didn’t realize you were serious,” she tells me, completely lying as she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear, showing off the paint smeared across her forehead.

“Angel, I’m always serious when it comes to you.” I push up from the counter and make my way toward her, grabbing the packet of wet ones I see sitting next to her. Standing in front of her, I crowd her space, caging her in with my body.

My stomach grazes across her legs, and she sucks in a nervous breath. “Wh … what are you doing?” she questions anxiously, making me smile just that bit more.

Ever so slowly, I pull out a wipe while staring straight into her eyes. “You’ve got a little … paint right here,” I say before reaching out and cleaning her up.

Amelia’s body tenses as her eyes go wide. She jumps off the counter, brushing the front of her body across mine before scrambling up the hallway. “Shit. I’ll umm … I’ll be right back,” she yells over her shoulder. “I’m just going to quickly jump in the shower.”

I hear her slam the bathroom door, and I lean back across the counter with a sigh. I pushed her too far. Damn it. How the hell am I going to fix this?

I take my chance to take in my surroundings, feeling awkward, and not exactly sure what to do with myself. That only lasts a few seconds before I realize what kind of opportunity I have here. So, I do what any normal human being would do and snoop. I head in the direction of the bedroom Amelia was in before I interrupted her.


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