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Baby girl.

Ugh, but also yum.

“For the last time, asshole, stop calling me that.”

Cash flashed me one of his million-dollar smiles. I kept my gaze locked onto his lips like a junkie getting a fix. And like the addict I was, I memorized that smile like I’d done with all the others he’d given me.

Unfortunately, being hypnotized by his amazing mouth meant I missed his moving feet, bringing him closer.

“I think you like it,” he drawled.

He was soooo right.

“I think you’ve been hit in the head one too many times,” I shared.

Cash stepped closer, bringing his scent with him, and that’s all it was, his scent, no cologne or aftershave or smell of soap or detergent—just him.

All him.

Uniquely him.

“You’re not wrong,” he acquiesced. “But if you didn’t like it, you’d make me stop.”

“Make you? How do you propose I do that, Cash? Stab you in the kidney? Cut your tongue out? Wait, I know.” I snapped my fingers. “Icy Hot your dick?”

“There are a great many things I’d let you do to my dick, Stella, all you need to do is ask.”

I wanted to ask so damn bad.

Mayday. Mayday. Mayday.

“That’s never going to happen,” I asserted.

He closed the remaining distance between us, dipped his mouth to my ear, and whispered, “Bet.”

I stood frozen, not because I desperately wanted to turn my head and capture his lips. Not because he was closer than he’d ever been before, and my nipples had pebbled and my pussy pulsed.

Nope.

I didn’t move a single muscle because I was afraid I would lose that wager if I so much as breathed.

In a bold move, he slid his nose over the shell of my ear. “All you have to do is ask, baby girl, and I promise I’ll have you speaking in tongues before the night’s over.”

Regrettably, I couldn’t stop my shiver. More regrettably, Cash didn’t miss it.

What the hell?

I was better than this.

“Soon, Stella,” he rasped, then moved around me and continued on his way to the front door.

Weak.

I’d done it again and let him waylay me on my way to the kitchen. I needed to move out of this house for the remainder of this assignment.

Hell, I just needed to quit and go home.

I’d done my part.