Page 49 of Perfect Pact

“Yup!”

“I have a lot of hidden talents you’re not aware of.” I wink, stealing her cup from her hands and take a drink.

“Hey!” Her mouth falls open.

“Sorry, darlin’. It’s been a morning.” I walk back into the house, and she follows, hot on my heels.

“Give that back.”

“Fine.” I spin around, and she almost runs into me. “On one condition.” I lean back against the counter.

“Not this again.” She snags her coffee cup back. “I already went on a date with you.”

“And how did that work out for you?”

“I don’t know. How did it work out for you?” She turns the question back on me—something she’s getting good at.

I step forward and run my finger along the hem of my baseball shirt. “You woke up in my bed wearing my tee. Can’t get much better than that.”

“Oh, really?” Beth closes the distance between us, surprising me, standing close enough, our noses almost touch. “I can think of something much better than that.”

“Oh…” I groan, “what a tease.”

“Maybe. Maybe not?” She walks over to the coffee pot. “Coffee?”

“Please.” I wasn’t sure which Beth I would wake up with. But this Beth might be my favorite.

I love watching how she moves around the kitchen with ease. She knows where everything is, from the mugs to the coffee to the sugar canister.

And the best part? When she stands on her tiptoes to put thigs away, her t-shirt inches up even higher, tempting me with her perfect ass.

“I like this.”

“What’s that?” She pours me a cup.

I walk up behind her and lower my head to her ear. “You here. Making me coffee.”

She shivers and stutters out, “Cream—or…or—sugar?”

“Cream and sugar,” I whisper, wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her back to my front, tilting her chin up with my hand so I can reach her mouth. I capture her lips with my own, slow at first, then my tongue darts out, exploring her perfect mouth. She kisses me back, moaning as I tug on her bottom lip as I pull back.

“What was that?” Beth blinks.

“Me thanking you for coffee.” I spin her around in my arms.

“Wha—?” She giggles. I love how playful she is today. “What are you doing?”

“Showing the girl who likes me that I like her back.” I kiss the tip of her nose, and she scrunches it.

“Who says I like you?”

“You.”

“Me?” Beth twists her lips. “I don’t recall ever admitting that.”

“Ha!” I shout loud enough it echoes throughout the house. “Keyword is admit.”

“Whatever.” She rolls her eyes and tries to wiggle out of my embrace.