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KELSEY

I’m playing a dangerous game when it comes to Deke.

I know it, he probably knows it, but does that mean I’m going to stop?

Hell no, I’m not, especially if I get a few orgasms out of the mix.

Maybe then he’ll realize Kelsey Hawkins isn’t the woman of his past and not all of us are out to get him.

Though, it’s not like he’s mentioned what really went down. I can only assume right now.

“What has you lost in a daydream?” Emily asks me the next morning; you know, after I made my play through text messages last night with Deke.

“A man. Please tell me this no-strings-attached thing won’t backfire on me?” She’s younger. Not by much, barely a year, but she’s much more worldly than I am. Emily doesn’t have a problem with hitting it and quitting it. Me, I just put on a good show.

“It won’t. Keep the emotions out of it and only think with your pussy. I promise you he’s only thinking with his dick.” I’m so glad the shop isn’t open yet, or we’d be giving our shoppers one hell of a shock.

“I can do that,” I say out loud more for myself than for Emily.

“Well, if the one orgasm he gave you was that good for you to play this game, I’m thinking you’ll be fine, and Deke will probably dole out all the orgasms you can handle.” I laugh because that’s what I’m hoping for.

“Probably the best I’ve had, ever,” I tell her. We’re those sisters who overshare. I can tell you her wax appointment; she can tell you the start of my period as well as my ex-boyfriend’s social security number. The girl is wicked smart and is better than any private investigator to shame.

“Well, that’s not really saying much. You’ve only been with Phillip and a few others. The world is your oyster. Get out there and play with it.” Emily stands up, swivels her hips, then does a pumping action.

“I swear you were a man in your other life. And Phillip doesn’t count.

We don’t talk about Phillip no more,” I say in a sing-song voice.

The biggest mistake of my life was wasting a year on him, only for him to be a controlling dick that couldn’t find a woman’s clit if he had a road map in front of him.

“Maybe try not to start a relationship with anyone if they can’t give you an orgasm, vaginal or clitoral.” My shoulders quake in laughter. Only my sister could act like a teenage boy one minute and then the next go straight into the scholar personality.

“Without a doubt. How bad was the weekend for you?” If it weren’t for Deke, we’d each have had a day off, but a favor is a favor.

“Crazy busy, but that’s okay because money supersedes dick any day of the week.

Don’t worry about it. I know you were worried about me pulling all the workload, but we have some amazing employees who we may want to think about giving a pay raise as well as a promotion.

” We really need to hammer that out. As much as I love Beach Babe Boutique, it’s time we become boss babes and let the young guns show us what they’re made of.

“Well, I’ll work both days this weekend, and yes, we need to see if Natalie is willing to step up.

We’re in agreement there, right? I know Casey is solid, but I don’t think she’s quite there for the long haul.

” That’s the difference between a young teenager and someone in their twenties, not that roles can’t be reversed, because they can.

It was my dream to open this place at the age of nineteen.

It took until the time I was twenty-one to come up with a solid game plan.

By then, Emily was on board, and we made our dream happen.

“Natalie for sure. Manager material without a doubt. Casey will probably have no problem stepping up in the need of overtime, even if it is tourist season. She likes money, plus the discount we give her.” Emily’s right.

“Let’s make it happen. Maybe tomorrow? As much as I’d love to shut this place down with you, I have a night to prepare for.

” I stayed late last night, close to midnight.

Then I made sure I was here to open the store and finish doing the re-stocks this morning so Emily wouldn’t have to get here at the crack of dawn.

“Sounds good. Don’t forget to shave the hairy beast.” I roll my eyes at her.

“As if we both didn’t get waxed together at the same exact time last week.” We should really look into laser hair removal. Our dark hair and gene pool don’t help us out.

“Never know. You want a ride home, or are you walking?” I brought the company vehicle back this morning, which leaves me stranded once again. There was no way I was calling Emily late last night, or Deke. Forget that.

“I’m going to walk. It’s only a fifteen-minute jaunt, and that way, I’m not stuck driving a van around like I’m a teenager and it’s my only mode of transportation.”

“Sounds good. Text me when he leaves tonight. I want to hear all about your time, well, you know, not vivid detail, but the number of times you O’d and how good he gives it to you.

Shit, maybe I should go out tonight. My older sister is seeing more action than I am these days.

” Emily huffs out a breath. I doubt that very seriously.

In fact, I bet she picked up some poor unsuspecting tourist Saturday night, had her wicked way with him, and then promptly showed him the door hours later.

“Go away with that. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” I squeeze her side and then take off. Maybe the walk home will calm down my freaking libido, too. You know, coming the moment Deke’s cock slides along my slit doesn’t bode well. It makes me look like a novice that can’t hold it together.