Witch Is The New Black (Paris, Texas Romance #3)

Daphne and Greta each dropped a kiss on Bernie’s cheek and gave her a hug of encouragement before trailing off to get some pie.

Ridge pulled her to the far corner of the barn, away from the crowd on the dance floor, and nuzzled her neck, the rigid line behind his zipper making her nipples tighten with need. “It’s been a really long week, honey. Would it be considered rude for us to leave our own party?”

She snickered at his wicked thought. “It most certainly would, but I’ll make you a deal. If you just hang on a little longer, I’ll totally make it worth your while.”

“Why, Miss Sutton. Did you just talk dirty to me in code?”

“You bet your sweet cowboy ass I did. It has been a whole week.”

“Then I do believe you have a deal, but only if you wear that frilly thong thing. In case you didn’t know, I like,” he groaned into her ear, long and slow.

Turning them so her back faced the barn wall, Bernie grabbed his hand and planted it on her backside. “Oh, I’m well aware of what you like, Donovan.”

He chuckled, grazing her lips with his tongue. “Know what else I like?”

“Tell me,” she moaned into his mouth.

“I like you. Wait. I take that back. I love you, Snuggle Puff.”

Her head fell back on her shoulders in laughter at the reference to their joke endearments. “I love you, too, Love Machine. I definitely love you, too.”

And as their friends gathered, ate, laughed, and danced, Bernice “I Don’t Want To Be a Witch” Sutton decided being a witch wasn’t so bad after all.

Because she’d found a place where she belonged. Where she was accepted. Where she and Ridge could build a life together.

That place was called home.

She was finally home sweet home.


The End