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“I won’t object,” she blurted out. Okay, she hadn’t actually meant to tell him that.
He smiled and ran his finger along her lips. “Me neither.”
She tried to get out of his lap, but he held onto her. “Where are you going?”
“Um, back to my seat.”
“Nah, I like you here. In fact, when we’re sitting, you’ll be in my lap, understand?”
She gaped at him. “So every time we’re both sitting, you want me in your lap?”
“You got it.”
“I can’t sit in your lap all the time!”
“Why not?” Reaching over, he dragged her plate of food towards them, then forked up some mac ’n cheese. He took a moment to blow on it which made her insides flutter crazily.
“You can’t really want me to sit on you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Because I’ll get heavy.”
He snorted out a laugh and held up some food. She scrunched her nose up.
“Open,” he commanded.
She opened her mouth and took the forkful. But only because she felt rude for not eating when he’d taken so much time to prepare lunch. But nowadays most food sat funny in her stomach.
Except for cupcakes. Cupcakes could never sit funny in your stomach. It was a rule or something. She wondered where he’d put the cupcakes.
“You weigh barely anything. There’s no way you could be too heavy for me. Next argument.”
She opened her mouth and the sneaky ass put another forkful of food in her mouth. She chewed quickly then glared up at him. “I know what you’re doing.”
“You do?” He gave her an innocent look.
Oh yes. It was so clear to her now.
“You’re distracting me with this ridiculous conversation about me sitting on your lap all the time so you can try and get me to eat.”
“Is it working?” He shoved some more into her mouth as she tried to talk.
He was just lucky she had better manners than to talk with her mouth full. That would earn her a week’s worth of icy glares from her mother.
“No.”
Leaning in, he nipped her earlobe then moved his lips to her ear. “Pretty sure it is. Pretty sure, you like sitting on my lap, having me feed you.”
What the hell did he know?
More food appeared in front of her face. Nope. She was done playing this game. She tried to climb off his lap but his other arm was circling her waist, keeping her in place.
“Do you have permission to get off my lap, little girl?”
She sucked in a breath. Little girl? Did he know? Had he somehow figured out her fantasies?
Then a thought occurred to her. Her kindle!
