Page 56 of The CEO and the Mountain Man

“I don’t know; what areyourplans?”

I unzipped the overnight pack and pulled out the modest dildo I’d overnighted.

“Wait, did you bring me a training dick?”

“If a trial ride makes sense, a trial dick definitely makes sense.”

Clark laughed, taking the dildo from my hand, examining it closely. “To be honest, I’m kind of glad you thought of this.” He went a little red. “I mean, I prepared. Just in case.”

I drew my chin back. “How?”

He went even redder. “I went back to The Mercantile. They really do have everything.” I slapped my hand over my mouth as Clark shook his head. “I can never show my face there again.”

I lost it. “Oh my God—Margot…”

“She has a real poker face, that one.”

“I can’t. I just … nope. Can’t.”

He pushed at my shoulder. “Shut up, you big tree. Besides, I probably won’t even be able to fit it in.”

I stopped laughing and cupped his cheek until he looked at me. “Hey, now. Even if you can’t get comfortable with my size, I have been very, very happy with what we’ve been doing.”

His expression went from worried to grinning like the Mona Lisa in a second. “Oh, I like a challenge,” he said, rubbing his hands together.

He was always finding ways to surprise me, this city boy from Chicago.

“Speaking of challenges, what’s your surprise?” I asked, needing to distract myself from the soft feelings I was having.

“I know you said it’s just your favorite porn category, but something tells me you would enjoy … a little edging.” He held up a bottle of massage oil.

My jaw swung open. “Wait.You’regonna edgeme?”

“As it turns out, I have transferable skills.”

“You mean straight skills that you can transfer to gay?”

“More or less,” he answered, grinning.

So very proud of himself.

“Is that why you lit the candles? For the ambiance?”

“Yep. I’m gonna romance the fuck out of you.”

He was joking, of course, but it was as if he’d taken my heart in his fist and squeezed. Ilovedthe idea of being romanced by him. And I really, really shouldn’t.

But there was no universe in which I was I gonna reject what he had to offer.

“There are a couple of places we can do this,” he said, slipping out of his T-shirt. “We can sit on the couch. I can make you sit on a kitchen chair and stand behind you. But I think the coziest version is if I sit on the bed against the headboard, and you sit between my thighs, and let me go to work on you.”

“Can you even reach your arms around me?” I asked, gesturing between us.

He wrapped his arms around me. “I can almost touch my elbows.”

“Why are your arms so long?” I kissed him. “Freak. Take me to your bed.”

With that, he grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom. He already had towels placed over the bedspread, as if he knew this was where we’d end up.