The Barker Triplets 3 Conceal Juliana Stone

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dry. They were impressive girls. Nicely rounded, a tad more than a handful. Heck, if this was a
different time and place, he might even make a play to have those girls in his hands for a few hours.
As it was, he was more interested in watching Betty interact with these people who lived in her
hometown. The hometown she claimed to hate.
Do you want to know a secret, Deirdre? Betty asked, her voice coated in enough sugar to make
a sane person gag.
Deirdre lifted her chin, her eyes narrowed in dislike. It was obvious she didn t care much for
Betty Jo, but then, Betty Jo didn t make it easy for anyone to like her.
If going to hell meant that I wouldn t spend eternity running into stuck up bitches with asses
wound so tight they could pop the top off this here beer bottle, I d be cool with that.
Jackie glared at Betty, before turning to Beau with an embarrassed smile. I m so sorry, Mr.
Simon. Betty Jo is just&
He nodded. I m well acquainted with the Betty Jo factor. He smiled and watched her blush.
And call me Beau. Please.
Jackie nodded before turning to Betty. I m sure Duke needs you in the kitchen or, I don t
know& maybe serving customers? You re not here to look pretty and cause trouble.
You sure about that? Betty said sarcastically.
Betty licked her lips and leaned on the bar, the deep V of her halter-top leaving not a lot covered
up. Her butt stuck out at an angle that had him thinking things he probably shouldn t be thinking and for
some reason, her blatant display of sexuality bugged him.
Actually, Jackie, Beau and I were just leaving.
Beau arched an eyebrow.
Really.
She nodded, tossed her rag onto the countertop and reached under the bar to grab her purse.
Yes, really.
She ducked underneath the end giving him another very nice view of her ass and looked at
him expectantly.
Are you coming?
Beau finished his beer, tossed a five-dollar bill on the counter and nodded to the ladies. It was
nice talking. Glad End Zone, worked for you.
Are you making another one? Deirdre asked, her boobs still way too close for comfort.
He thought of his current project and the direction he wanted to go and shrugged. Only time will
tell Ladies.
With another smile he was out the door, following Betty s steps until she stopped in the middle
of the parking lot. He thought he heard her mutter something like, what the hell am I doing, before
she whirled around to face him.
For a few seconds, they stared at each other, the air crackling between them, heavy with a whole
bunch of stuff he wasn t interested in. Stuff he knew he couldn t act on. Hell, it wouldn t be
professional and since they didn t like each other all that much& what was the point?
She bit her bottom lip, tucked some hair behind her ear and he glimpsed the soft skin beneath her
lobe. For a moment he was hit with an unbelievable wave of lust as his mind went to a place it
shouldn t go.
An image of his mouth nibbling along her neck. Her body bowed to his, breasts crushed to his
chest, hips beneath him. Her lips open and wet. Vulnerable. Passionate.
Those noises she made. Animalistic. Frenzied.
Painful.
Jesus. Beau gave himself a mental shake and shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans.
He needed to stay focused.
Betty, I
Beau&
They both started at the same time and Beau shrugged. Ladies first.
Some would say I m no lady.
Good. He liked sarcastic Betty a hell of a lot better than the one he remembered from that night.
Or the one he glimpsed the evening before. When had he ever met a more complicated, mysterious
and fucked up woman?
They re probably right.
Yeah, she answered, gazing just over his shoulder. Look, her eyes returned to his, the blue
depths direct. I need to ask you a favor.
A favor? He took a step closer, and then another, as she continued to watch him warily. And
here I thought you wanted me away from those women so you could have me for yourself.
I d rather suck face with that asshole in the bar, she retorted.
Darlin , he wanted to shove a lot more than his tongue into you.
Don t they all.
Beau regretted his words the moment they left his mouth. Damn, but this woman pushed all of the
wrong buttons. Something in her tone told him he d crossed the line. And it was that something that
made him step back.
Look, I m sorry. I didn t mean to insinuate
Yeah, she said softly. You did.
She was right. And he felt like an ass.
Can we just start over? he asked carefully. What s the favor? He was blowing it. This was
his chance to nail Betty down for his project and he was blowing it. What the hell was it about this
woman that drove all sane thought from his head?
Betty s chin was up and she glanced away from him. Her jaw was set tight, her foot tapping the
pavement impatiently.
What are you doing next weekend? Her eyes were now on the ground and he could tell that she
was nervous.
You asking me out, Barker?
What? Her head shot up. No. She heaved a sigh and her breasts strained against the
revealing halter. He couldn t help it. His eyes strayed until she crossed her arms over her chest and
cleared her throat. You done looking?
I guess, he said slowly, liking the way her cheeks flushed.
You didn t answer my question.
Which one was that?
Her eyes flashed and she all but spit at him. Are you doing anything next weekend? She spoke
slowly, as if she was talking to a dimwit. He grinned. The return of sarcastic Betty was good. He
didn t like her vulnerable. On camera yes it s what he was aiming for.
But not in real life.
He also didn t like playing games, which made this entire conversation insane. Beau decided
enough was enough.
I ve got no plans. Bullshit. He was supposed to hook up with Lane Summers. He d been
seeing her for a few months now and the socialite would be pissed if he missed their rendezvous. But
if he could work this favor into an advantage for himself, he was willing to face Lane s wrath.
Besides, makeup sex was hot.
A heartbeat passed.
Then another.
Duke wanted me to ask if you d be, um, her foot tapped louder and sweat beaded along the top
of her lip. He wanted to know if you would be interested in taking part in a celebrity mixed ball
tournament next weekend.
Okay. That s not what he d been expecting to hear.
Baseball? he asked.
She nodded.
Shit. He hadn t played ball since last summer when he and some of the guys had gotten together [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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