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“Did you know that I have next week off work?”
“You do?” He smiles, seeming grateful for my change of topic.
“Yep.” I shake my head. “I was supposed to be going to Hawaii.”
“You were going to Hawaii?” He frowns.
“Yeah, but I cancelled it last week.”
“How come?”
“You’re not the only idiot around here.” I sigh, and he smiles, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “The girl I was going with pulled out a few weeks ago, but then last week, when I was freaking out, I cancelled my trip, too.”
“Why were you freaking out?”
“Over you.” I push his hair back from his forehead and kiss him. “Told you I was an idiot.”
He chuckles and bites my shoulder, making me jump. “How is this my fault? Why would you cancel a trip because of me?” He looks up at me, and he’s so damn beautiful I could just bite him back.
The waiter arrives with our food, so I get up and go back to my side of the table. “Can you tell him to stop pulling me onto his lap, please? It’s very distracting,” I ask the waiter sweetly as I pull my chair in.
The two of them chuckle, and the waiter places our huge bowls of nachos in front of us. “Will that be all?”
“Two more drinks, please,” Brock tells him.
“Of course, and please stay off his lap, miss,” he jokes before he disappears again.
I dig into my nachos, pushing one loaded with salsa into my mouth, and then I smile mischievously over at Brock.
“You didn’t answer me?” he reminds me.
“Oh.” I stuff another nacho into my mouth. “Because I was feeling all clingy and attached to you.” I roll my eyes. “And I knew I wanted to be with you, but I felt too guilty to end it with Simon.” I shrug. “It just all seemed too hard.”
He frowns, chewing on his food. “But why would you cancel a trip because of that?”
“I didn’t want to leave you, dummy,” I mutter dryly. “Clingy and attached means clingy and attached.”
He smirks, and then his smirk turns into a grin, his grin soon turning into a huge beaming smile.
His smile is contagious, and I giggle as I continue to eat. “What?”
“Clingy and attached?”
“Don’t.” I smirk. “I know how pathetic it sounds, even to me.”
His eyes twinkle in delight.
I roll mine. “You know how I changed the subject for you before?”
He smiles.
“You need to change the subject now for me. It’s your turn to take the heat off me.”
He rolls his lips and narrows his eyes at me as he pretends to think of something to say. “Hmm.” He shakes his head. “Nope, I’ve got nothing that will distract us from the fact that you’re being clingy and attached.”
My mouth falls open as I fake shock. “Stop saying it out loud,” I whisper.
“Nope.” He throws another nacho into his mouth. The waiter walks past. “Excuse me,” Brock calls to him.
The waiter turns back. “Yes, sir.”
Brock points to me. “She’s feeling clingy and attached to me.”
The waiter breaks into a broad smile, his eyes flicking between us. “Ah.” He nods. “That explains why she won’t stay off your lap then.” He turns and walks off.
“Exactly.” Brock smirks as he throws another chip into his mouth, his eyes dancing with mischief as he watches me.
I sip my drink. “Just hurry up and eat your dinner so you can take me home and do obscene things to my body. I’m just using you for sex, you know?”
Brock swigs his beer. “Your wish is my command. Tonight, your stage name shall be Miss Cock Pocket.”
I choke on my drink. “Well, at least it isn’t Princess Pussy Porridge,” I splutter.
He tries to swig his beer and then breaks out into a low chuckle.
“Where do you get this shit?” I giggle.
He shrugs. “It’s my hidden talent.”
Two hours later, the room is filled with steam when Brock bends and slowly slides my pants down to the floor. We’re in his bathroom, and the night has taken an unexpected turn.
I feel close to him. Whatever this is between us, it feels intimate.
He opened up a little, and while I know it’s far from everything I need from him, it’s definitely a start. He leans in and kisses my sex, and then rises and slowly pops open the buttons on my work shirt. My heart is beating fast in my chest and my breath quivers in anticipation. He takes my hardened nipple into his mouth, biting it as his two hands roam up and down my body. I know he’s been looking forward to this as well. My hands run through his hair. I can feel my sex throbbing in anticipation. I can’t take it, I need him naked. I slide his T-shirt up over his head, and my hands drift across his large chest and over his shoulders. His dark eyes hold mine before our lips collide. He sucks on my mouth with just the right amount of pressure and I feel my legs go weak beneath me.
