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“I may be a shark, but—believe it or not—I do try to be considerate of the people around me. Sometimes, being conscientious is bad for business, but I’ve got to be able to live with myself.”
“Here, here.” She held her beer can out to toast.
Obligingly, he clicked his against it.
“Conscientiousness is why I push back so much against some of the really bad designs that get foisted on me for projects like Shora,” she said. “My rule of thumb is not to promote any design I wouldn’t be comfortable with having built for my grandmother. My objections slow down construction timelines pretty frequently.”
“But you’re right, usually?”
“Yeah. I guess that’s why I haven’t been fired. Nobody else speaks up. I guess that’s hard to do when you have your head shoved up your boss’s ass.”
“Ah.” He leaned back in his seat and swirled the contents of his beer bottle around. “You don’t believe in playing the employee politics game?”
“I don’t have the personality for it. I guess I’m too hung up in believing that people should be rewarded based on merit, even when I know real life rarely works that way.” Her pretty smile collapsed, and her gaze fell to her plate.
He wanted to put that smile back. That gentle curving on her lips was his green light to proceed. Her dejected, downward stare meantCaution. He wanted her to feel safe with him.
Setting down his beer, he leaned in and nudged her foot under the table with his own.
“Sorry,” she murmured. “Didn’t know I was in the way.” She glanced under the table, adjusted the position of her feet, and then picked up her fork.
He grunted and nudged her foot again, this time keeping his bare foot pressed gently on top of hers. “I’ve got plenty of room. I just wanted to touch you.”
She seemed to be at a loss for words, opening and closing her mouth twice wordlessly and furrowing her brow.
“Yeah, I’m forthright,” he said. “I can’t help what I am.” He lifted his foot and also his fork.
She looked down at her plate but gave him a sideways glance before scooping up more pasta. And then came the tickle from her toes along his shin as she calmly chewed.
She made delicate swirls against his calf and around his ankle, so gently that the tickle made the hairs on his legs stand on end and his balls drew in tight.
He sank lower in the seat and widened his legs, and she found the bottom edge of his shorts in no time at all and brazenly snuck her foot inside and tickled his thigh. She withdrew the foot and calmly sipped her beer.
“You like that?” he asked quietly. “Teasing me?”
She pressed the beer can against her lips. “Mmm.” She rimmed the edge of the can with the tip of her tongue and put her foot back between his legs, this time massaging his balls with her toes and occasionally exploring his other thigh, against which his stiffening cock lay and that she hadn’t yet found.
She took a long sip of beer and lashed her tongue slowly across her lips to clean up the drips.
He’d tried picturing her again and again on her knees with his cock between her lips, but the image wouldn’t congeal. He needed some visual stimulus—some that he’d never forget, even long after she was gone.
“If you’re waiting for an invitation to unzip my shorts,” he said, “consider this your summons.”
She took another long sip of beer before setting down the can and swallowing what was in her mouth. No gulp of scandalization. No gasp. No cheeks flooded red with the shock of impropriety. Just a sultry scoff that made his nuts ache even hotter. “Why would I want to do that?”
“Because you want to see my cock and touch it. And apparently, you need something to do with your tart mouth. That’s a good place to put it.”
She pulled her lush, bottom lip between her teeth and stared at him through a narrowed gaze for a few seconds. Then she pushed her chair back, too.
She walked over to him, leaned her hands onto his thighs, and met his gaze.
The dark intensity in her stare had probably knocked countless men back a few paces. It was a stare that telegraphed that she’d be brokering no bullshit.
That was fine with him. He got so bored with games.
“So, you get sucked off and peace and quiet for as long as my tongue is on you? What do I get?”
“Doesn’t work that way.” He spread his legs a bit more and dragged his finger along the bit of naked collarbone her sleeveless shirt left exposed. She had such beautiful skin, and he wanted to see every inch of it. The anticipation could very well kill him. “There’s not always going to be an equal trade.”
