Page 67 of Miss Chief


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“You’re welcome. So…”

Her grin was mischievous, reminding me of our first night together. “So?”

“I’ve never done this type of thing before.”

“Had disgusting pineapple and ham pizza on someone’s back porch?” Her eyes sparkled with humor.

“No, had sex with a friend.”

“If this is another one of your attempts to put down disclaimers about how this isn’t a relationship, I’m liable to chuck a piece of crust at you.”

“Nope. Simply verbalizing the thought. I wouldn’t want others knowing about this, uh, arrangement.”

She grinned. “It sounds hot the way you said ‘arrangement,’ as if this is a tawdry thing. But no, I really don’t want my coworkers or family in our business.”

“But if I were to—”

“No, no, no. Stop.” She leaned forward, irritation coloring her cheeks. “You might not want to hear this, but the truth is you can’t control my emotions any more than I can control yours. I can make all the promises in the world, but as we both know from our respective failed relationships, promises can be broken. Ultimately, we have no ability to change how someone feels or doesn’t feel for us. If friends with benefits becomes too much, I’ll be honest about it. And in return I ask the same.”

Shit. She was right. I was about to put out yet another disclaimer about how I didn’t want her to get attached. But I couldn’t control my own feelings, let alone those of others. “You make a fair point.”

Her lips curved up into a teasing smile. “Making good points is one of my most charming qualities.”

“I said fair, not good, but luckily you have other qualities too.”

“Oh, yeah, like what?”

I put aside my pizza and moved my chair allowing our knees to touch. “First, your eyes are spectacular. I remember seeing them and wondering if they were violet or gray. Now I’ve realized they’re both, changing colors depending on your mood or what you’re wearing.”

I moved so her knees went on the inside of my thighs, allowing me to rub the palms of my hands along her smooth skin. “I’m also a big fan of your legs. They’re muscular and long, and every time I see you in shorts or a dress, I recall how well they grip my waist when I carry you into another room and fuck you hard.”

Her breath caught, her eyes darkening.

“Of course I’d be remiss not to mention your tits. They’re exceptional. And as if they’re aware I’m talking about them, your nipples are hardening.” I leaned forward to rub my thumbs over the peaks.

“Of course the argument could be made for your mouth. Your lips are supple and addicting. When you pulled me into our kiss last Friday in front of the hospital, I could’ve died a happy man right then and there.”

She grinned, putting her own plate to the side.

“And I can’t leave out your ass. It’s perfect. Then again, your pussy is something wet dreams are made from. Hot, tight, smooth. Eating you has become my newest obsession.”

“Jesus, here I’d been fishing for a compliment or two, and you went and got me all hot and bothered.”

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but our chemistry is off the charts.”

“I noticed. You think it’s the fact we’ve been denying ourselves?”

I certainly hoped so. “Could be.”

“So this friends-with-benefits thing could be a way of fucking each other out of our systems?” She didn’t seem at all upset by the idea. Her tone was matter of fact.

“Is that a problem for you?”

“Nope, but we’d better get started quickly if we only have two more weeks.”

My breath hitched when she slid to her knees in front of me, her gaze glued to my crotch. “You should know something.”

Her brow quirked. “What?”

“I don’t have a boat, let alone one that’s forty feet long.”

Confusion splashed her face before she suddenly threw her head back with laughter recalling the night we’d met when I’d overheard her telling the creepy guy at the bar she’d never get on her knees for a yacht less than forty feet long.

“I can’t believe you remembered.”

I remembered all the details, and still had her thong she’d left behind. “What can I say? Not every night you meet a crazy girl.”

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