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“How much?”
My mouth went dry. There was no mistaking what he wanted.
Me. For a price.
My mind blanking, I licked my lips to moisten them. Sex with him? I shook my head, but the thought of it only increased the heat that had combusted within me.
Pulling in a deep breath, I forced myself to take a mental step back. Methodically, I sized him up like Cam had taught me to do, and discounted his looks and his body. It was the car and the value of his clothing that mattered.
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p; “Two hundred,” I said. “Cash.”
“You’re joking.”
“I never joke about money.”
At an impasse, we stared at each other. One heartbeat became too many.
“You’re wasting my time,” I said, deciding for him, and moved toward the other car.
“All right, Harley.”
I stopped, turned, and smiled at him. Big.
He went completely still. When his gaze dropped to my mouth, my lips tingled from the intensity of his regard.
He whistled under his breath. “You should’ve led with the smile. I would’ve agreed to twice that.”
Rush
Her pretty mouth gaped at my admission, drawing my gaze. It was wide, glossed in red, with a cupid bow at the top and a plush bottom lip. Perfect.
I imagined tracing the lines of her mouth with my tongue, then I would lick the gloss off. Make a feast of her. Her mouth was made for making love to as much as it was for expressing her mood. That amazing smile took her from beautiful to blinding. As surely if she’d flipped an internal switch, she went from intriguing to irresistible. That smile alone changed her from a possibility to a certainty in my mind.
My previous rendezvous was easy to dismiss. I had no interest in her at all anymore.
No, I wanted her.
I’d take those wet ruby lips wrapped around my shaft to start. Then I would peel away her clothes and explore every inch of her sexy body.
Taste it.
Feel it.
Take her. Again and again.
In my mind, I traded the fire of our opposing wills for the heat of our mutual passion. I’d been imagining how hot it would be to fuck her from the moment she shot me down and turned her back on me.
As I hurried to open the passenger door, my already eager cock jumped when my arm brushed against hers, and my grip practically bent the metal handle. My pulse raced as fast as my imagination, and my nostrils flared as I watched her fold herself into the seat.
“Thank you,” she murmured softly, glancing up at me through sooty lashes.
Her voice was low and throaty. I wanted to hear it and feel it when I had my cock buried deep inside her.
I noted that she seemed surprised when I opened the door for her. Yeah, well, I guess most of her clients just popped open the locks and ordered her to get in.
Why the hell I was treating her like a date instead of a hooker, I didn’t really know. Maybe it was my Midwest upbringing. Maybe it was my guilt for the flinch she hadn’t been quick enough to hide after I insulted her earlier. Maybe it was her million-dollar smile.
