Page 121 of Flirty Fall Fling

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says.

I can’t form a sentence. I nod at him in the mirror instead.

He bends over and lifts my panties from around my ankles. Then he tugs the hem of my dress down, straightens the hood between my shoulder blades, and kisses my bare shoulder once.

“Ready to go be a Big Bad Wolf with me?”

“Hell yes,” I say, still trying to catch my breath.

“And to think, that’s just the first one of the night.” He kisses my forehead. “I’ll meet you out there. Take your time.”

Jamie leaves me to myself in the dressing room, and all I can do is smile wide. How is this my life? I squeeze my thighs together, needing to recover because, right now, I look too damn guilty to face Ruthie.

Ten minutes later, I’m sliding my wolf mask over my head and stepping out into the shop. Jamie is wearing a dark suit, dark dress shirt, and a red tie. His mask is already on.

“Wow, you two,” Ruthie says from the counter. “Unforgettable.”

I smile, but no one can see it. I actually kinda like going incognito.

Jamie slips Ruthie a wad of cash. “Thanks.”

“No, this is too much,” she says, holding out a rolled stack of hundreds.

I push the money back toward her. “He can afford it. Trust me.”

Jamie takes my hand and leads me back through the dark hallway.

I turn and wave at Ruthie. “Bye. Thank you!”

“Thank you! Have fun!” There’s excitement in her tone, and it makes me happy that we could brighten her day.

Jamie picks me up in the back alley and carries me to the car.

“Excuse me,” I tell him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Not sorry, Blaire Witch.” He smirks. “Until Halloween, you’re mine. All or nothing. If I want to carry my woman, I’ll carry her.”

My laughter bounces off the brick walls. The Mustang door opens, and he sets me down inside. I lift my mask, and he lifts his, and then we kiss. The mood grows serious, something I’ve been trying to avoid since last week.

“Do you really believe we’re fated?” I ask, trying to feel him out.

“Yes,” he says without hesitation. “You calm my soul.”

He calms mine, too, but I’m not ready to admit that to anyone. Not even myself.

Jamie reaches across me, pulls the belt down over my shoulder, and clicks it into place.

Then he shuts my door and moves around the front of the car.

I watch him, pressing my hand flat over my chest, feeling my heart race.

He’s undoing me.

Maybe that’s why he has the title of Fling King. He feels like forever when it’s only supposed to be temporary. Maybe, this season, he’s the lesson I have to learn.

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JAMIE