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“I’m the boss, remember? And you need a car tomorrow for work.” He mopped his grease-stained arm over his forehead, ruffling his already distractingly messy hair. “Go home and watch some TV with Kim. Unless you have other plans.”
Rolling her eyes, she crossed her arms. “No. I don’t have plans. Not tonight anyway.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means the benefit’s getting closer.” She resisted the urge to scuff her toe over the asphalt as she peered up at him in the thin yellow beam of light over the door. “Are you coming with me or not?”
Cocking his head, he scratched his jaw. “Sure that won’t cramp your style? Since I don’t clean up nearly as nice as you do,” he drawled, taking his own slow perusal of her body.
“Don’t be daft.”
“Can’t help it, sweetheart. I don’t have a fancy doctorate. My only education’s in what I can do with my hands.” He flexed them and hooked his thumbs in the pockets of his jeans. “Though I don’t get a lot of complaints there.”
“More childish posturing.” She shook her head and turned around, of half a mind to walk home even in her heels. It was a nice night, warm and breezy, and the house wasn’t far. They both could stand to cool off, far away from each other. “Give me a call when you’re ready to—”
She wasn’t expecting his hand to lock around her arm or for him to haul her straight back into his chest. Goddamn, it was like a brick wall encased in sleek muscle and smooth, golden skin. She remembered exploring it with her fingers. Her tongue.
“Going somewhere, Doc?” His sultry question stirred the hair beside her ear.
Her breath lodged in her throat, the same place her pulse was beating like a hummingbird on Red Bull. “This isn’t a good idea.”
“Says your brain. Your body? Not so much.” Proving his point, he dragged his wide hand down the front of her silky blouse, veering upward to blatantly cup her breast at the same time he nipped her earlobe. She let out a sound that wasn’t quite a moan, but it also wasn’t a protest. “Your nipples are already hard for me.”
Though she knew he routinely wiped his hands—at least in her presence—she checked her pristine blouse to make sure there were no visible fingerprints. Not that she even cared about harming the fabric. She’d rather not advertise the “I got felt up” factor. “We’re standing in the parking lot of your business.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Idly, he circled his hips and brought her ass in direct contact with the hard column in his jeans that was most certainly not his wallet. “Kinda hot, isn’t it?”
It wasn’t easy to pull off disdain when he had his fingers on her painfully stiff nipple, but she refused to give up without a fight. “I’ve never needed to get my thrills in public.”
“So let’s go inside and get them there. I have a nice, wide counter we could put to excellent use.”
God, she was tempted. “We were in the middle of a fight.”
“Were we? Maybe that’s why I’m so goddamn horny. Or it could be this skirt, wrapped so tightly around your ass that my balls haven’t stopped throbbing since you stepped into my shop.” He stroked his finger along the edge of her thong through her skirt, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from whimpering. “You’re wet. You know you are. This isn’t only me feeling this.”
“No,” she whispered shakily, afraid if she didn’t admit the tr
uth he’d find out for himself. Right there, where anyone could drive by and see.
And damn it all, his crude language and unabashed touch did make her hot. Apparently he wanted her so much he didn’t care who watched. No one else existed for them.
It didn’t even matter if he’d used that same counter line with another woman, or whispered the same hot, dirty words to her. Though she was the older one, he could show her new things, and she’d explore them eagerly. Gratefully.
“That fucker kept looking at your legs, and all I kept thinking about was having them around my neck again. Watching you splinter apart around me while I bury my cock so deep in you that you can’t take it.” He closed his hand around her breast, squeezing and releasing until her head dropped back against his shoulder. “But you do. You beg for it, even knowing it’s too much.”
She shut her eyes against the bright flare of the moon in the sky. Everything felt too sharp and dazzling, the needs inside her too huge to ignore. “Do you know how long it’s been since a man’s made me feel this way?”
His swift inhale told her everything she wanted to know. He didn’t have a problem being honest about his feelings. Unlike her. “As long as you don’t say forty-five minutes ago when Winters left, I think I can handle the answer.”
Laughing, she turned in his arms and smeared her thumb over a dab of oil on his cheek. His jaw was darker with stubble, and she hadn’t even noticed because she’d been so determined not to pay attention to him. Yet another stupid move from someone who pretended she was so smart.
“I’ve never felt like this.” She lowered her gaze when his demanding stare grew too heady. “I don’t know if it’s because you’re supposed to be forbidden, or if I’m at a sexual peak before the thing shrivels up entirely, but God, I can’t get enough of you.”
His low laughter surprised her almost as much as it aroused. “Know what your problem is? You keep thinking about numbers and letters after names instead of what matters in here.” He placed his hand between her breasts and her heart quickened. “Stop thinking so damn much.”
Her face flamed. Did he really think she was that shallow? Was she that shallow? “I don’t care about any of that.”
He chuckled. “Right.”
