nips along my collarbone, under my chin, over my shoulders.
Someone—I think it’s Aaron from on high—yells for us to get a room, and a horn honks, starting a symphony of discordant beeping. We break apart, breathless and laughing.
I rest my head against Jake’s chest. Beneath my cheek, his heart beats a rapid rhythm that matches my own. “Looks like our time’s up.”
He brushes my hair back from my face and runs a finger along my jawline. “More like it’s just beginning.”
Jake signals to Connor, who gives him a thumbs-up and hops back into the driver’s seat of the SUV. It inches forward as someone fires the music up again and the Beatles blast from the speakers. The drag queens start twisting and shouting, and Marilyn hands Roscoe’s leash to Jake so she can join in on the fun without a one-hundred-and-eighty-pound canine holding her back.
“What are we going to do now?” I ask, not really caring. As long as we’re together. Although a little privacy would be nice so we could get started on that wall-banging sex he talked about. Followed by the slow and sweet variety.
He reaches down to pet Roscoe—the dog that started it all—then brings his mouth inches from mine, a confident, sexy smile curving his lips. “The question isn’t what are we going to do. It’s what aren’t we going to do.”
* * *
Look for Regina Kyle’s next book in Fall 2020!
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Take Me by Caitlin Crews
Bad Business by JC Harroway
Under His Obsession by Cathryn Fox
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CHAPTER ONE
IT WASN’T UNTIL she’d landed in Sydney after the long-haul flight from London, pale from all the recycled air and a bit drunk from the mess of time zones, that it occurred to Lady Jenny Markham to worry about her welcome.
“Don’t be silly,” she told herself, astonished by the raspy sound of her own voice in the too-bright corridor, lost somewhere deep in the Sydney Airport. “It’s Dylan.”
And the one thing she knew to be true, no matter what else happened or how life kicked her around, was that Dylan Kilburn was always happy to see her. Always. That was why she always kept her visa to enter Australia current. On the off chance she might pop off down under and visit the man who’d been her best friend since their university days.
In all the years since Dylan had moved to Australia, she’d never done it. But here she was at last. Wilted straight through, but here.
Jenny had packed light, mostly because she’d been in denial about what she was doing. She’d thrown a few things in a shoulder bag in her flat in Central London, that was all, because she wasn’t taking a trip. She’d set off on a happy little lark and could as easily have simply wandered about London for a while, playing tourist. Maybe she’d pretended that was exactly what she was doing.
Though she didn’t usually head off to enjoy the sights and sounds of the city with her passport