Page 43 of Not Mine to Rescue

“No. I dismissed all of them. Like the one where I just got in my car and drove. Gone. That’s not an option. I tried not to entertain one thing.” Her eyes slipped to mine for a second before they darted away.

I stepped closer because she shivered. I told myself I was only blocking the wind, not torturing myself with the seductive essence that clung to her. “Talk to me.”

“Can you keep a secret?”

“I’m good with secrets. Real good.” I licked my lips because my mouth remembered how damn delicious she tasted.

“I want you. I shouldn’t.”

She definitely shouldn’t. Just like I shouldn’t want her. “That’s a secret?” It struck me as funny for some reason. Lemon saw right through us. Others would too.

“Are you going to make fun of me for it?”

“Honor.” I caught her arm as she tried to step away. Without thinking about it, I pulled her closer until our bodies touched from breast to knee. “I’m not making fun.”

Her chest rose and fell as she trembled in place. “You don’t make this easy, do you?”

“It’s easy. Walk with me to my house. I’ll make you food again, we can talk...or do other things.” Please say yes.

“I really have to go.”

She didn’t budge.

“Are your lips lying?”

“If I stay...” her tone was hesitant, which meant I still had a chance.

“Three. Three orgasms.”

She groaned and slipped two steps away. Damn it.

Her feet stilled, and she turned to face me. “Three?”

“Guaranteed.”

She crossed her arms. “In twenty minutes?”

I flinched. I could not guarantee that, unless... “Do you count mine as one?” I reached for her, and she danced away, slipping out of my grip. Molly thought that was good fun and pranced around us both.

I may have helped her tie up her owner with the lead as I swapped the leash from one hand to the other behind Honoria’s back. Soon, she was in my arms again and plastered against me.

“Three. Over hours. I promise.”

“Damn you.”

That was not a yes. I sweetened the deal. “You can park your car behind the garage so Lemon doesn’t see it.”

Honoria studied me. “Hours, huh?”

I crossed my heart to seal the deal.

Her shoulders fell as she debated. “I have work in the morning.”

“Tomorrow night, then? Unless you’re covering bailing out the drunks on Saturday.”

“Since Jim is now officially on paternity leave, I am.”

That was a problem.