Just a Little Secret (A Dare Crossover #2) Read Online Carly Phillips

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: A Dare Crossover Series by Carly Phillips
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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She gave him an impish grin. “You just might have.”

He resisted the urge to pull her into his arms for a kiss, knowing he’d never be able to stop with just one. “Are you hungry for dinner?”

She nodded eagerly. “I’m starved. What can I do to help, and do not tell me to sit and let you wait on me.”

Her stern look amused him. “Okay, then how about you set the table while I grill the steaks,” he suggested. “Medium good for you?”

“That’s perfect.”

He left her inside while he cooked the ribeyes on the barbeque, and when he returned, the table was completely set, including two glasses of wine. They ate dinner, and afterward, he insisted she stay seated while he washed the dishes. Then he grabbed a plastic grocery bag with a few items inside, took her hand, and led her to the back patio for one last surprise.

He ignited the wood in the firepit, pulled one of the lounge chairs close and sat down, his legs straddling the chaise to make room for Georgia to settle in between, in front of him. It was a gorgeous, cool evening outside, dark all around them except for the fire and the clear sky above, scattered with a blanket of stars and constellations.

He reached into the plastic grocery bag and pulled out a box of graham crackers, a bag of marshmallows, and bars of chocolate. “So, I know this isn’t a traditional birthday dessert, but I thought it would be fun to make s’mores.”

She looked at him with a grin, her eyes sparkling in the firelight. “I love that idea! I’ve never made s’mores before.” He couldn’t imagine not having experienced the pure joy of marshmallows on sticks, heating them over the campfire, and sandwiching them with chocolate and graham crackers.

Her excitement and pure delight made him smile, and once again, he loved that he was the one to give her this unforgettable experience. “We made them all the time when we came up here for our vacations. So, I’d consider myself a pro,” he said in a playful brag. “And I’ll show you how to roast your marshmallow without incinerating it in the fire like Tripp always managed to do.”

She laughed, and he reached for one of the long metal skewers he’d put out here earlier, handed one to her, and instructed her to spear a marshmallow on the tip of the steel prong. They’d come a long way from camping and sticks, he mused.

“Now, you put it right at the edge of the fire and slowly rotate the rod so that the marshmallow cooks and gets soft and gooey inside but doesn’t burn to a crisp,” he told her.

They both leaned toward the fire, and he watched in amusement as Georgia concentrated on roasting the puffed confection just right. When they were toasted light brown and bubbly on the outside, they removed the marshmallows from the heat and he had her hold both skewers while he snapped a graham cracker in half to make two squares, then placed part of a chocolate bar on top, followed by the melting marshmallow, and topped with another cracker to make a sweet, delicious treat.

Georgia bit into hers and moaned as the gooey dessert filled her mouth, the sexy, seductive sound going straight to his dick.

He grinned and arched a brow at her. “I take it you like it?”

She nodded vigorously and licked a smear of melted chocolate from her bottom lip. “Oh, my God. It’s so good.”

They enjoyed the rest of their s’mores, then settled back on the lounge chair they were sharing, with Georgia between his legs and reclining with her back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and she exhaled a soft sigh. The only sound was the crackling fire as they stared up at all the brilliant stars twinkling in the night sky.

He could get used to this, he thought, and tried not to let himself get too comfortable with Georgia, and having her around, since they’d be parting ways tomorrow.

“Do you know the seven most prominent constellations from both the Northern and Southern hemispheres?” he asked, realizing that instead of torturing himself with what he couldn’t have, he was sharing yet another personal thing about himself that not many people other than his family knew. Bringing her closer instead of pushing her away.

“Hmm. Can’t say that I do.”

“They’re Ursa Major, Cassiopeia, Orion, Canis Major, Centaurus, Crux, and Carina,” he pointed out. “And I can see most of them right now.”

She turned her head to look up at him with wide, surprised eyes. “Well, that’s impressive. Are you an astronomy nerd?” she teased.

He chuckled. “You could say that. My father was into astronomy, and I was the only one who really took an interest in it as well. So, as a kid, when we were up here, on a clear night he’d get out his telescope and point out all the constellations. I was fascinated by it all.”


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