“Chloe, come here.” I wave her over to me, noticing her embarrassed grin.
“Here,” she hands me the pool cue. “I’m worse than I remember, and I didn’t think that was possible.”
“Let me give you a couple of pointers.” I wrap my arms around her, my hands resting over hers as they grasp the cue.
Bad idea. A very bad idea that feels so very good.
What the hell was I doing again?
Through some miracle, I focus long enough to get oﬀ a shot, and her ball teeters before dropping in the pocket.
Chloe releases the pool cue, an excited yelp coming from her lips as she claps her hands.
I step back, but she turns, hands on hips and a come-hither expression on her face. “That’s it? One and done?”
No, sweets, it will last all night. You have my word.
I catch Jack’s grin at our openly ﬂirtatious display. “I’m going to set up. You two ﬁnish it out.”
Thanks, man, I owe you one.
“You want more lessons?” I ask Chloe, loving the way my heady stare seems to unhinge her.
“Only if you’re oﬀering.”
I wrap my arms around her again, but this time, I don’t give a damn what ball she aims for. I know what I’m aiming for—her aﬀections. Pushing her long hair over one shoulder, I nuzzle her neck, hearing her breath hitch. “You smell good.”
She smiles, but I can tell she’s desperately trying to appear unaﬀected. “Eau de pool hall, with the faint underpinnings of beer.”
“My favorite scent.” I adore this smart ass.
She chuckles before returning her focus to the game, intent on the task at hand.
But we have two diﬀerent outcomes. She wants to learn how to play pool, and I want to learn how to play her.
I drift my lips along the column of her neck, barely dusting her skin. But it’s enough. It’s more than enough. Her entire body clenches at my subtle exploration, her breathing shallow and heated. “Best smelling beer ever.”
“Amber,” she manages, her voice soft. “It’s amber.”
“No, Chloe. It’s you.”
“Maybe it’s just what I do to you.”
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