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She turned her head slightly and looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. “But you said there’d be carnal favors in exchange for me looking at your house.”
“You’ll get them when I’m ready to give them to you.”
She pulled back a bit and breathed out that nut-stirring defiant scoff again. “Oh, really?”
“Mm-hmm.” He let his fingers track down her chest, between her breasts, and down her belly. “You don’t get to dictate the terms of payment.”
“And why not? I’m providing a valuable service.”
“So am I. Why don’t you get on your knees and say hi? It’s waiting so patiently for you to pay attention.”
Her eyes narrowed even more, but down she went, balancing herself using his thighs as she lowered herself. She kept her gaze locked on his until her knees touched the floor, and then she looked down at his crotch with an expression ofNow what?
Good girl.
He brushed his thumb along her jaw and cheek and slipped his hand around to her neck. “Unlike you, I’m all about easy access. Unbutton. Unzip. It’s right there for you and waiting for your mouth.”
She unfastened him slowly as if she were trying to come up with some reason not to, and of course she wouldn’t. She wanted his cock in her mouth, and he wasn’t going to deny her of that.
At her soft expulsion of air and the snap of his freed dick against his belly, he looked down.
He was hard as a rock and slick with a glistening slick of arousal at the tip. He ached for her touch, her tongue.
He’d been half-hard on and off ever since he’d seen her that first time at Clay’s. All he had to do was think about the way her plump lips curved. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so preoccupied at the thought of a woman who’d never be anything more than a fling.
He ran his hands down her naked arms and reveled over her delicious little shudder as she leaned in.
He wanted to free her hair and run his fingers through the thick mass as she drew him into her mouth again and again, but the bun looked too complicated. He’d have to ask her not to do that with her hair next time so he could touch it, just like how he’d ask her to wear a skirt or a dress so he could explore her when the mood struck.
And it would again. He knew it. It was pointless to try to fight it.
Her tongue lashed out and softly probed around his cock head. It felt good but wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to be devoured.
“That’s nice,” he said, rubbing her neck. “That’s real nice. Pull the head into your mouth now and suck it. Taste it good and tell me how you like it.”
She pulled him tight between her lips and rolled her gaze up to him as she sucked.
He stroked her cheek encouragingly. “How does it taste? Do you like that, pretty girl?” He didn’t give her much room to respond. He thrust his hips and guided her down to take more of him into her mouth. “That’s right, open wide.”
Eye contact was impossible at that angle, but Tim could communicate with her in other ways—teach her his signals, make her learn the cues. She seemed to be catching on quickly enough that he didn’t think it would be a problem.
She formed a tight vacuum with her mouth around his cock, pulling the skin taut and making his head—both—prickle with anticipation. Up and down, she sucked, alternating gentleness with roughness, switching between licks and bites, and keeping him so wet while she worked.
She was making it damned near impossible for him to stay in control.
She closed her fist around the base of his shaft and took as much of his length into her mouth as she could.
He tipped his head back over the chair’s top and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to stop but had to. If she didn’t get up, he was going to want to see her there again—down on her knees with those tantalizing lips around his shaft. She could be habit-forming, and they’d already made clear that there would be no attachments.
“All right, pretty girl,” he whispered as he gripped her chin gently and backed her off.
She looked confused and oh-so-lovely with her flushed skin and moistened lips.
Fuck.He tucked his cock away, zipped up, and stroked her cheeks. “You should eat.”
“I…”
“Busy night. You said you had to take measurements, right?”
She furrowed her brow and stared at him for a while, maybe a minute, as if she were waiting for the punchline.
No punchline, pretty girl. Just insanity.
“Would you like another beer? I’m going to get one for myself.” He helped her to her feet, turned her toward her chair, and walked to the fridge before she could respond.
Maybe that blast of cold air would do him some good.
