Chapter 14
chapter
fourteen
Brody
After taking her sweet body two more times, I give my poor girl break. I’ve almost drifted off to sleep when Winnie pushes up onto an elbow and looks down at me.
“I do have one question.” She stacks her fists and then props her chin the stack as she blinks down at me.
“Fire away, Killer.” I trail my hand up her curve of her ass.
“Why are you so obsessed with pickles?”
My hand stills. “What?”
“Pickles. Clementine said you fired a nanny for stealing your pickles, so you must really love pickles. But I haven’t ever seen you even eat a pickle, let alone…”
She trails off as she realizes I’m laughing.
“What?”
“One of the nannies had a problem keeping her hands to herself. But it wasn’t an actual pickle she kept grabbing.”
Winnie gasps and sits up. “She did not!”
I nod. “Yep. Four times. The straw that broke the camels back was when she did it in front of Clem. Obviously I couldn’t call her out of copping a feel with Clem in the room.
I’d already started to tell ‘her to keep her hands off my…’ when I realized I couldn’t say dick in front of my daughter. I panicked and said pickles instead.”
Winnie rolls on her back and covering her face with her hands. “Oh my god! So all those times at dinner that I teased you about eating pickles?”
I roll to my side and pull her hands from her face to give her a kiss. “Yep. Every single time. I imagined something in your mouth that was not a pickle.”
A blush floods her cheeks, but even embarrassed my Killer has that flash of sass in her eyes. “Hmmm … If I’d known that, I just might have eaten more pickles.”
“I’ll order a case of them tomorrow.”