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I’m now shuffling through Plans B-G. Wondering where the line is to cross. Where the boundaries are when it comes to Piper and her son. In the back of my mind, I’m thinking about this asshole attempting to blackmail me for fifty million dollars.
You know, maybe Tony is right…
Piper texts me again.
Was hoping for a little more than that. Do you not want to see me?
I grit my teeth.
Are you kidding me, sweetie? I’m standing here thinking of any and all scenarios that gets me to you or you to me. Saxon included. Arcade? Pizza? Movies? Bowling? Skydiving?
I can hear Piper gasping from miles away at that last one.
I get a reply of an emoji rolling its eyes.
Then an actual response.
You’re an idiot, Cutter. What I wanted to tell you was that Saxon isn’t going to his father’s tonight. He’s sleeping over there tonight. Cousins from New York drove in and Saxon is excited.
I swallow hard. My heart does a backflip.
I can’t believe this but I have this intense excited, tingling feeling pulsing through my body. To the point where my balls even tighten up and tingle.
She’s waiting for me to respond…
Your place? Or do you feel like hanging out here where nobody knows where you are?
I feel like this is some test or maybe a cruel joke where Piper is going to pull the carpet out from underneath me.
What concerns me more is just how much I care and how badly I want her to show up here…
She knocks. I open the door.
I see the small bag hanging off her left shoulder and that’s all I need.
Funny enough as I reach for her, she lunges at me.
Her bag slides down her shoulder and she tosses it across the foyer like it doesn’t exist.
My right arm is around her body and I lift her up with ease.
She grabs at my arms, my shoulders, gasping as she remembers I’m injured, but if you think for a second I feel anything other than desire for Piper…
I kick the door shut and lock it with my left hand.
I hold Piper at eye level. Her hands then rest against my face, almost playfully scratching at my face. Her nostrils flaring. That little voice in her head questioning this one last time. As though she hasn’t been thinking the same thing for how long now?
“It’s just sex, Cutter,” she whispers, acting as though I’m on one knee in front of her, crying, asking her to marry me.
“I can’t get the taste of you out of my mouth and my mind, sweetie,” I growl.
“That’s slightly romantic yet kind of a medical issue if that’s true…”
“You are so fucking stubborn and literal, Piper.”
“Take me to a bed and fuck me, Cutter,” she purrs. “How’s that for literal?”
I brush my lips to hers and make a run for the stairs, Piper in my arms.
