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“Tell me to leave, Greyson,” she repeats, more forcefully this time.
A voice inside my head tells me I’m being an idiot. It tells me Julia is different, the way I feel about her is different, and that I am going to burn us both to the ground.
But I shove the truck into park anyway.
Julia’s breath catches. My dick goes full salute.
“You’ll stay,” I reply, eyes locked on hers.
I turn off the ignition. Unbuckle my seatbelt. Reach across the console to open the glovebox. Inside, there’s a pack of Marlboro lights, a half bottle of local rye whiskey, and a handful of condoms.
Ford calls it my sinner’s chest.
I call it being prepared for whatever life throws my way. Good days, bad days. Celebrations.
Opportunities to fuck the woman I want so bad I can’t see straight.
I grab a condom. Climb out of the car and open the back door.
Julia blinks against the late afternoon sunshine that slants across her face. I step forward so that my shadow keeps the sun out of her eyes. She blinks again, head tilting back as she looks up at me.
Her perfume—not flowery, not musky, just pure delicious poison—surrounds me. My cock throbs.
“Just sex,” she says. “Just once.”
“Just sex,” I say.
But I can’t guarantee just once.Chapter ThreeGreysonI take off my jacket. Hang it on the back of the driver’s seat.
“Scoot over,” I say, unbuttoning my sleeves and rolling them up to my elbows.
I’m pleased when Julia does as I tell her. I slide into the backseat and close the door behind me.
Turning to her, I wrap my fingers around her wrist. Her pulse flutters against the pad of my thumb.
“Come here,” I say.
She meets my eyes. “Who says you’re the boss outside the office?”
One side of my mouth curls into a smirk. “I do. Now do as I say and get on my lap, Julia.”
Narrowing her eyes at me, she studies me for a moment.
“Then why was I the one who called this meeting?” she replies, climbing onto my lap. Thighs straddling mine.
My hands find her waist. “Because I needed your consent. Now that I have it, I’ll be calling the meetings from now on.”
“But you said just once.” She sinks lower. Face inches from mine.
Lips full and soft. Begging to be kissed.
“You said just once. I know better than to make promises I can’t keep.”
She looks at me. Touches the tip of her tongue to her upper lip.
I want to scream.
“We’ll see about that,” she says.
Thighs straddling mine, she sinks onto my groin. Rolls her hips side to side as her center meets with the head of my cock through our clothes.
Her eyes on mine the whole time. Unafraid. Wholly focused. Watching my reaction.
A bolt of heat slices through my middle.
“Fuck,” I groan, my hands kneading into her sides. She wraps her arms around my neck, shaking her waves back from her face. “Julia. Julia.”
I lean in for a kiss, tilting my head. But she catches me, placing a finger on my lips.
“No kissing.”
“What?” I pull back, crushed. I want to taste her. Every inch of her skin. Body. Everything. “Why the fuck not?”
A shadow passes across her eyes.
I’m more curious than I should be about what it means.
But then she blinks, the shadow replaced by mischief. “Because you’ll be using your mouth for other things.”
“What about your mouth?” My gaze moves to those full, pink lips. “What will you be using that for?”
“Use your imagination. Or do you not have one of those?”
I chuckle. “Already told you I have an imagination.”
“Then show me,” she challenges, rolling her hips. Even through our clothes, I can feel the lips of her pussy parting over my cock. Caressing it. “Greyson, show me how creative you can be.”
I glide my hands up to her tits. Cup them. Her eyelids get heavy when I give them a squeeze, making her nipples harden.
I groan, this time at her responsiveness.
Makes me wonder how long it will take to get her nice and wet. Soaked.
I want her soaked.
My guess is not long at all.
Hooking my finger in the tie at the neck of her dress, I undo the knot. The front falls open, and I pull it down and to the right, revealing her bra. It’s light green and lacy, the cup itself sheer. Showing her pale pink nipple.
Gaze on hers, I lean in and cover that nipple with my mouth. Suck it to a harder point through the lace.
Her skin smells so damn good.
She lets out a pant.
I move my mouth up her chest. Glide my fingers into her hair and fist it. Give it a quick, solid tug.
She gasps, her head falling to the side. Baring the tender flesh of her neck to me.
I sink my teeth into her skin. A tiny bite, followed by tongue, lips. Her hips roll against me harder now. More insistent. Needier.
