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“He lives out of state. Four-hour drive, which still isn’t enough space, if you ask me. For your own safety, we shouldn’t…” She kisses me again, even while she is trying to talk me out of coming back to her apartment. “Michael can get violent.”
I chuckle darkly, welcoming the pesky little gnat of a boy who might come up against me for the chance to treat Jessica like the queen she is. I take her hand and move it south, sweeping it slowly across my erection so she can get a good idea of what’s in store for her tonight.
But I don’t stop there.
When I move her palm to rest on the hilt of my gun, I lock my gaze on hers, kissing the tip of her nose in the sweetest way I know how. I want to reassure her that no one is coming for my little pussycat.
No one but the big, bad wolf.
I send her to her desk so she can grab her things, swatting her pert backside on the way. “Lock up and let’s go. If you’re hesitant about me kissing you in your place of work, I’m guessing you don’t want to be naked here, either.”
Her breath catches as she freezes, then slowly turns to gape at me. “Are we really doing this?”
“Only you know the answer to that, pussycat.” Then I head out to the parking lot, letting her close up while I try to convince the guys that I haven’t gone insane.
But first, I should probably convince myself.
5
Jessica is a cautious driver, which is a generous assessment. Her furry hood is up, covering her brunette curls so not even I can enjoy the sight of them. While I want to be the one driving my woman home, it’s her car, so she gets to be behind the wheel, and I get to stare at her profile in the moonlight that filters through her window.
I have never been in such a shitty car. This red monstrosity is easily half as old as I am and just as run down.
That’s going to be the first thing to go.
Second, actually. First will be her piece of shit husband. Then this car that sounds as if it’s on its last leg.
But we’re keeping that crazy cat pajama.
“You’re staring,” Jessica points out.
“Get used to it, sweetheart. I’ve never seen anyone like you before, and I’m done looking for alternatives.”
I can’t tell if she’s blushing, since it’s so dark in here, but I like to imagine that my sincere words have had their desired effect.
She shoots me a dubious look. “You realize you don’t have to pretend for me, right?” She motions to herself. “I know this is a hookup. You’re probably used to far more experienced women than me, who could no doubt show you a more adventurous time.”
I hold back my wry laughter, so she can vent her insecurities before I shoot them down like balloons. I study her while she spills her proclivities for awkwardness in the bedroom, noting that she keeps one hand on the wheel while she motions with the other.
“I give terrible blowjobs. I mean, truly unenthusiastic. And if you think I get adventurous in bed? It’s missionary all the way. You’re going to be disappointed.”
“Am I, now?” I chuckle at her nerves. “What am I going to do with you?”
She gnaws on her lower lip and casts a hesitant look my way. “Dirty book stuff?”
I cover my mouth with my hand, loving everything about this woman. I know I need to do my best to let her see how little any of this matters, but she’s so goddamn cute. I can’t take it, this mix of curiosity and caution that radiates off her.
She whips her head in my direction when I let a snigger sneak through. “Are you laughing at me? I’m bearing my soul, and you’re laughing?” She gapes at me, indignant.
I hold up my hands in surrender. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s just that none of that worries me in the least. Your husband was a tool, and he’ll be dealt with. I’ll fuck your throat when you’re ready, but tonight isn’t about that. I can get myself off whenever I want. It’s you I want to suck on tonight. It’s you who’s going to be screaming my name so loud that it erases your ex’s from your mind forever.” I smirk at her. “Missionary. That’s sweet.”
“But I…”
I reach over and squeeze her thigh. “I’ll deal with your garbage ex. Then I’m getting you a better car so neither of us dies in this tin can. But all of that will come after you scream my name at least ten times tonight. Understood?”
She swallows hard, gripping the steering wheel while my words wash over her so she can decide if her anxiety is strong enough to hold onto, or if she’ll be holding onto me tonight.
Jessica lives a short ten minutes from the library. On her way to her apartment, she drops the keys three times before I take them from her, along with her purse and any other goddamn obstacle she wants to give me. She leads the way to her third-floor apartment, stepping aside so I can unlock the door for her.
