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So, what do I do ladies?
I need advice, and I need it quick!
I’m putting my phone on silent while we eat, but I’ll be back to check for seduction strategies in forty minutes. Don’t let me down. *smiley face*
Oh, and here are a few shots of the puppies. Aren’t they adorable?
I send over the pics I took while the boys were sitting pretty to earn their treat and leave the puppies in the garage with a few of the toys Gideon brought with him. It’s a cool summer night, but it’s warm in the garage and Bacon, Egg, and Cheese will have more fun running around here than being cooped up in their kennels, so they don’t devour the couch while we’re eating.
Or spend the entire meal begging for scraps.
You could beg Gideon for scraps. Maybe that’s the fastest way to ease his mind. Be completely honest about how desperate you are to have him toss you on a mattress and show you everything you’ve been missing. Tell him that no strings attached sounds like the perfect first time as far as you’re concerned.
But that would involve telling him that I’m a virgin.
Call me crazy, but that doesn’t seem like a good plan. He’s already hesitant to bridge our age gap. If he knew there was an experience gap, too, he’d probably insist on sleeping in the garage with the puppies, the better to be as far away from my tempting, too-young-and-virginal body as possible.
“But at least he finds me tempting,” I murmur as I plug my cell in to charge at the desk in the living room.
Willing the girls to come through for me with the advice I need to make this a night I’ll never forget, I head into the kitchen, starved in more ways than one.
five
GIDEON
The conversation flows easily over dinner, but beneath our discussions of favorite New England camping spots, sexual tension simmers like a pot about to boil over.
My knee brushes hers under the small table, and an electric shock of awareness races across my skin. Her fingers brush mine as we reach for the dressing, and I forget how to inhale. She sweeps her tongue across her full bottom lip and moans in appreciation of our simple meal, and I’m instantly hard beneath my cloth napkin.
I want this woman, want her more than I’ve wanted anyone or anything in a very long time.
I want to trace the path her tongue just took across her lips, feel the heat of her plush mouth beneath the pad of my thumb. I want to tell her how fucking beautiful she is, how sexy, how much I want to make her feel good. Most of all, I want to ask her what she fantasizes about at night when she slips her hand down the front of these unexpectedly sexy sweatpants.
Does she dream about a man fisting his hand in her hair while he drags his teeth down her throat? Does she long for hours of foreplay, complete with a full-body massage, lingering attention to her breasts, and the kind of focused, devoted oral that leaves her boneless with pleasure?
I can already tell I’ll be a fan of anything that makes Sydney’s breath catch and heat blaze in her sky-blue eyes.
I want to watch her get turned on, to see her lips part and her breasts rise faster as she nears the edge. I want to hear her call my name and beg to feel me inside her. Then I want to give her everything she’s begging for and more.
Fuck, I have to think of something else, anything else, or I’m not going to be able to stand at the end of this meal. I’m so hard not even the thick fabric of my jeans can conceal my erection.
Praying for strength and a return of at least a modicum of self-control, I ask, “So, where to next? Once you’re done here?”
She sips her chardonnay. “I’m going back to New York to join my family’s business. It’s time to put my MBA to work.”
I start to reach for my own wine but think better of it. I’m already struggling to think clearly. More than a sip or two of wine would be a mistake. I stab a forkful of rice and cauliflower from the bottom of my bowl, instead. “And what’s the family business?”
“Real estate development,” she says, making my brows lift.
“Really? I work in the sector, too. My firm’s specialty is retrofitting existing structures to be more environmentally friendly, but I do some new construction. If the project is the right fit.”
Her eyes widen. “Wow. That was my thesis. I mean, not exactly that, I focused on sustainable building practices with an emphasis on mitigating extreme heat in warming climates, but…yeah.” Her brows draw closer as a smile curves her lips. “We have a lot in common.”
Like how much we want to sweep all these dishes to the floor and fuck on the table, I think. Aloud, I say, “Let me know if the family gig doesn’t work out. I’m always recruiting bright young talent.”
Her lids droop to half-mast in a way I’m not sure she realizes is seductive. There’s an innocence to her flirtation that’s as charming as it is sexy. “How do you know I’m a bright young talent?”
“You said you graduated top of your class, right?”
