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He was the first lover who made sure that she came first, every single time. As she cuddled up against him, she tried to figure out what this night meant for their partnership.
Was it only a one-night stand? A way for each of them to relieve stress and frustration? Friends with benefits?
Or something more?
She grimaced at that. She didn’t consider him a friend. He behaved like a jerk most of the time. A stubborn, opinionated, short-tempered jerk. Last night, she’d been ready to walk away from their partnership because of his refusal to cooperate with her.
So, what on earth am I doing in bed with him? Is this what’s meant by “hate sex”?
If so, maybe she needed to hate more men. Because, hands-down, this was the best she’d ever had in her life.
He didn’t need to know that, though. His ego was already the size of the town square.
Plus, he still hadn’t apologized for fighting her on every single decision that turned out to be the right thing to do.
Who knows, maybe getting laid will sweeten his attitude a little.But she wasn’t pinning her hopes on it.
He might be Sweet, Thoughtful Sex God Brock right now, but come morning, was she going to wake up to Brock the Block Everything?
Now he stroked her butt and pulled her on top of him. He was clearly interested in round four, and unmistakable evidence of that interest pressed eagerly against her mound.
She was tired and more than a little sore. But no lie, round four sounded extremely appealing.
Then her stomach growled. Loudly.
Neither of them had had any time to eat dinner. After working her butt off in the kitchen all day, she’d gotten an extra-energetic workout riding her very own yummy cowboy. Suddenly, she was ravenous and ready to launch a raid on his fridge.
And if he has ice cream, it won’t be pretty.
“Was thatyou, Ms. Fancy Pants?” Brock asked, his tone incredulous. He stopped squeezing her butt cheeks.
“You know what? I think it’s time I ordered you around a little. As your boss for the next, uh,” she glanced at the digital alarm clock on his nightstand, “nineteen hours.”
“An order, huh?” His dark brows shot up. His lips stretched in a smirk.
She sat up, straddling his narrow hips. “I feel like I should enjoy my power over you before any more time slips away.”
He chuckled and folded his arms behind his head. “I’m not worried. I have a safe word. What do you want, boss lady?”
Chapter Sixteen – Brock
“Food,” she said. “Because I’m starving.”
Well, damn. He’d been hoping that for their next go-around, she’d ride his cock while he lay back, watching her gorgeous tits jiggle as she bounced her way to a happy ending for them both.
Hell, she could tie him up and he wouldn’t object, as long as she was naked and touching him.
“I can do that,” he replied. Now that he thought about it, he was pretty hungry himself. They’d take a snack break, then get back to enjoying themselves.
And damned if he wasn’t having a great time with her. Maybe it was just the effects of his long dry spell, but Summer was sexy, responsive, and gorgeous as fuck. Or maybe their endless arguments had been foreplay.
Lord knew he was having a grand time pounding away his frustration… and hers, too, he hoped.
“And what does the boss lady want?”
“I’m pretty sure that Snowberry Springs doesn’t have an all-night pizza place yet, so what can you offer me?” She grinned down at him. “I’m good with peanut butter and jelly, or ham and cheese.”
A sandwich? He stared incredulously at her. Ms. Fancy Pants had nineteen hours left to order him around, and all she expected from him was a fuckingsandwich?
