Can't Touch This (Can't Touch This #1)

Her eyes captured mine. “If you ever do that to me again, Ryder Carson…”

She didn’t finish.

My mind ended her sentence with every terror I felt.

If you ever do that to me again, I’ll report you. I’ll tell the town what a monster you are. I’ll kill you.

However, her lips didn’t twist into hatred. Her hand came up to cup my cheek, pulling my face down to hers. As our lips met, she murmured, “That was the single most amazing insane sexual experience of my life. And if you ever do that to me again, I’m going to have to marry you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

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Vesper

“YOU DID WHAT NOW?” Polly’s voice entered my ear with a disbelieving shriek. “I didn’t hear you correctly over the smugness in your tone.”

I giggled. “I slept with him.”

“Ugh, there’s that smugness again.” Polly huffed dramatically down the phone. “And by him, I’m taking it the wiener owner you swore you would never, ever touch?”

I rolled my eyes, reclining on my bed and staring at the ceiling. It had been a long day at the surgery and with just me on duty with Amanda running the appointments and any pop ins, I was knackered.

Not to mention, I’d had to dash to the doctors on my lunch break for the morning-after pill after our risky sexcapade on the riverbank.

You told him you’d marry him if he ever did that again.

For the past twenty-four hours, I’d suffered embarrassment, shock, and disbelief. Had I truly said that? After only a few days of dating?

He had to know it was a joke, right?

And besides, the sex…holy cow, the sex.

My nipples hardened.

Every time I thought of the way Ryder thrust into me so quick and possessive, I got wet. The mental image of how it would’ve looked to anyone perving on us made my body spindle for another release.

Every damn time.

It’d distracted me all day. Caused me to make little errors in my paperwork that I couldn’t afford to make.

We really need to hire another vet.

With my day off yesterday and Polly’s today, it was too hard to keep going the way we were. We needed better structure if we were going to do this long term. We needed more than one day off every six.

“I did. I touched it. I squeezed it. I let it do naughty things to me.” I lowered my voice. “And I liked it.”

Polly giggled. “Well, I’m glad one of us is getting some.”

I sighed happily, optimistic for my best friend. After all, she was pretty, smart, and had good prospects. If I was this loved up, she could be too.

She just needs a tiny bit of help.

Twirling my hair, I said, “I told you that guy we looked at on that dating site passed my sleuthing.”

She pretended to gag. “I’m old fashioned, Ves. I’m open to internet dating—hell, I met Jason from Call for Company in our last year of uni, remember? That lasted a few months, and he was a nice guy. But I want to find someone because of joint interests, not because a random app said we’re compatible.”

“Internet dating is a joint interest. You have that profile box that gives you the opportunity to write exactly what you want to share.”