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“I bet you always keep the lights off, huh?”
She’s right. Iaman asshole.
“No, I don’t actually. I like to...see it all.” She’s flustered now, on the back foot. It’s absolutely delightful. “I’m not a prude.”
I raise my eyebrow. I know she’s not a prude...at least not when she’s in costume. Hell, I didn’t mind feeling like someone else for a day. I bet there’s something to dressing up like a powerful character and pretending your problems don’t exist for a few hours.
“I’mnot,” she insists, even though I didn’t argue her point.
I lean back against my desk and look at her.Reallylook at her. Emery is not the kind of woman I usually go for—in looks or personality. But the spark between us is so real I’d have to be dead on the inside not to notice it.
Colour me officially intrigued.
“Just because I’m not interested in hooking up with you doesn’t mean I don’t have lots of sex. I’m very satisfied, thank you very much.” She nods as though reinforcing her statement and leaving no room for rebuttal. “What I did... I don’t want to talk about it again, okay?”
I hold up my hands in surrender. “You have my word. I won’t mention the cock-sucking incident again.”
She closes her eyes for a second as if praying for strength. But rather than fight me, she simply nods. “Okay, then we have a deal. I’ll do this show with you.”
Satisfaction winds through my system. I know this is a good business idea and the show will really do my mum proud. But I’d be lying if I said this great feeling has nothing to do with the fact that I’ll be seeing Emery again very soon.
CHAPTER NINE
Emery
LATERTHATNIGHT, I collapse into bed, willing sleep to claim me immediately. I spent the whole evening trying not to think about Rowan and his brain-cell melting smile, and his strong hands, and how they felt tugging my hair...
Ugh!
Sleep is impossible. I’ve got a head full of memories I shouldn’t want to explore and a never-ending fantasy reel of what-ifs. I’m restless. It’s past 1:00 a.m. and I’m tossing and turning until the bed is a mess. I shouldn’t be thinking about him. He’s out of my league and I’m pretty sure he’s only interested because I’m being so weird about it.
Maybe a guy like that, who can have any woman he wants, gets sick of everything being easy? If only I didn’t need his help. But the truth of it is...this show could save my company. It could ensure the success of my next launch and give me some much-needed positive publicity.
I can’t say no to him.
Huffing, I rip the sheets back and get out of bed. My bare feet hit the cool floorboards and I almost sigh at the feeling of it. My throat is parched, so I head into the bathroom to get myself some water. When I flick the light on, I almost scare the shit out of myself. My hair is askew, my eyes have bags under them...the stress is clearly taking a toll.
I sip my water and lean back against the wall, wondering how I got here. Almost failing at my dream, single, sexually frustrated.
The worst of all this—the thing I will never admit to another living soul—is that I regret chickening out with Rowan. Yep. Despite all my huffing and puffing, I really do wish I’d stayed to blow his house down.
Maybe then I wouldn’t feel like a coil that’s been wound too tight. Like a bottle of soft drink shaken up and about to explode. Like a pressure cooker ready to burst. My breath catches in my throat as I let my eyes flutter shut and remember that day. What if Ihadstayed?
Images swirl of Rowan stripping out of his costume, letting me see all of him. His broad chest and defined abs and that long hard length. I imagine him reaching one of those strong commanding hands down between his legs...
I shiver.
I wonder if he would have taken charge or wanted me to stay in the driver’s seat. Would he have taken me hard against that door, holding my hips from behind and driving into me until I had to muffle my own screams?
I skim my hand along the edge of my singlet, fingertips dancing across my skin. Teasing myself. Imagining it’s his hand. His touch. Stifling a moan, I let my hand roam over my stomach and up to my breasts, squeezing and pinching. Hot blades of excitement run through me, creating a delicious tautness in my sex that makes me squeeze my thighs together.
This feeling is too much. Not enough. I’ll never sleep unless I do something about it. I dip my hand over my stomach and then farther, finding myself wet and ready. I wish he were here. Gently, I slide my fingertip over my clit and gasp as sensation rockets through me.
It’s not you, it’s him.
I let myself fall into the fantasy, imagining him storming through my front door and finding me—wet and panting and ready to be fucked. I imagine the hard press of him, pinning me to this wall, the feel of him dragging my leg up and over his hip so he can rub the head of his erection against my entrance.
I touch myself again, circling my fingers over my most sensitive part and letting out a groan. It feels so good imagining his mouth covering mine as he slides inside me. Seating himself deep.
