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After a while, he turned off his computer and set it aside in favor of admiring her bare foot flexing in time to the beat. She’d gotten up a few times to change CDs, but the style of music didn’t change.
So his new lover was a fan of hip-hop and spreadsheets and didn’t mind indulging his desire to watch.Or his newly emerging need to give others that same thrill. Such a strange mix of contrasts in a woman had never seemed so appealing before.
“It’s past three a.m., Ms. Crossman. Think you’ve done your duty.”
“I’m almost done with this spreadsheet. I added another column. Your projected advertising expenses weren’t tabulating correctly so I did some tweaking. Wanna see?”
“I’d love to, but not now.” He rubbed his grainy eyes. Why the hell hadn’t he ever guessed how much was going on in that busy brain? “I
t’s late and I’m tired.”
“Oh, okay.” She frowned as she rose out of his chair. “I got kind of involved.”
“Yeah, you did.” Casually he adjusted his erection. She looked so studiously sexy in her glasses, with her hair all tousled from her wandering fingers. “I’ll look over what you came up with tomorrow.”
She nodded and took a couple steps toward the door. “Gotcha. I’ll just—”
“Sit on my lap.” He caught her wrist and tugged, overbalancing her so she landed right where he wanted her.
Her smile held more wariness than warmth. “Trying to confuse me, Galvin?”
“Sir, remember?” He spoke softly, his breath fluttering over her lips.
“Dream on.”
“Right now I’m more concerned with your dreams.” He combed her hair back from her face. “I’m at your command.”
She stared at him as if he’d just sprouted horns and a tail. “Um, excuse me, what?”
Spencer laughed. A genuine, no-holds-barred, belly-shaking laugh. “You’ve voiced some, ah, complaints about my performance. I’m also fully aware those complaints were expressed during a heated moment.”
“When I was pissed the fuck off, you mean?” she asked sweetly.
“Yes. When you were pissed the fuck off.” He cleared his throat. “And I’m also well aware you’ve come every time, sometimes in multiples. But that doesn’t mean there’s no room for improvement.”
“Wow, that had to hurt.” She tipped her head to the side. “Though truthfully I wasn’t sure if you were pleading your case or about to ask for an apology.”
“No, we’re not apologizing. What was said was said. Goes both ways. And anyway, I don’t want to talk about last night. Or talk at all.”
She slid her hands over his chest.All over his chest, so that his heart started beating in triple time. “Now you’re speaking my language.”
“You helped me, now I’m going to help you. Anything you want is yours for the asking.” He nibbled the side of her throat and inhaled her flirty scent. “Except my car.”
“Oh.”
Her silence made him laugh again, a bit uneasily. “Don’t you want anything?”
“Guess I still haven’t recovered from my shock. I figured if anything you’d want a blowjob and then it’d be sayonara, sister.”
He lifted a brow. He would not feel guilty for a blowjob he hadn’t asked for—yet—tonight, even if he had considered making the request. “Do you really think I’m that much of a bastard?”
“Not a bastard so much as focused on the goal with no time for side trips.” She smiled slyly. “It’s kind of hot in a dysfunctional way.”
He shifted her on his lap. Difficult to get comfortable when just that impish look in her eyes had him hardening. “Last night you called me old and implied I could be influenced by sexual favors. Then you accused me of not being capable of achieving an emotional connection during sex or being able to last longer than—” She laughed at the choked sound he made. “Anyway. Tonight you’re calling me dysfunctional. What is it I like about you again?”
“Good question.” She played with his hair. “My really long legs I’m so willing to spread for you anytime anywhere?”
“Definitely a point in your favor.”
