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This week’s word prompt is “paint”. We’re back with Rhett and Morgan in “Thistle Tattoo”.
**Warning - There is adult situations and adult language.**
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She gnawed her bottom lip as she chalked the tip then leaned over the edge. She glanced up before she lined up her shot. Rhett stood on the other side of the table, his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze looked hungry as he watched her.
Morgan swallowed hard then turned her focus back to the game. She struck the white ball the best she could. The repercussions sent the other balls scattering across the felt.
“Nice shot,” Rhett quipped.
“Thanks,” she replied.
She concentrated on a chipped flake of paint on her nail as Rhett took his turn. Butterflies she didn’t know she had took off in her belly. She wasn’t as pure as the fresh driven snow. She had her fair share of lovers.
But ever since High School, Rhett was the only man who shared her fantasies. To see him look at her like that filled her with a heat that she only felt in her dreams.
The sound of someone clearing their throat pulled her from her thoughts. She blinked herself back to her senses to find Rhett grinning at her. He looked amused with himself.
He motioned to the table. “Your turn, Morgan.”
“Thanks.” Morgan studied the table. The white ball was tucked into the corner behind two of Rhett’s. “Oh, thanks. I get to figure out how to get out of that without hitting yours and giving you the game.”
“You could hop your ball over it.”
She scowled at him. “And I do that how.”
“Let me show you.”