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I bring the phone to my ear. “Fuck! We’re busted!”
“What?” She rattles out a breath, as if trying not to laugh.
“Shit!”
Grey plants the axe in the log, grabs a few pieces of wood and turns back in the direction of the house, peering up at me behind the window, that same smile on his face.
“Oh fuck, he saw me ogling him… and showing him off on my phone. Oh God, where’s a sinkhole when you need it?”
I hear the vague thud of the back door downstairs as my heart rate begins to spike.
“Look, I have to go.”
“Don’t forget to finish off your kink list,” Fran chortles. “He’s offering his services. You’d better take him up on it.”
I roll my eyes at her playfully and hang up, sitting back down at the desk as my fingers grab for the pencil he left me, my feet nervously drumming the floor until I fold my legs under me to stop them.
I jump in my chair at the knock on the door.
Fuck.
“Um, come in.”
He opens the door, closing it behind him.
“I wasn’t spying on you,” I blurt out. “I just wanted to know what the noise was.”
“I like you spying on me,” he returns smoothly. “It makes me feel less of a lunatic about my never-ending urge to stalk you.”
“Stop,” I smirk only for his eyes to head to the piece of paper on the desk.
As he approaches, I turn it over, looking back up at him to find his features illuminated by amusement.
Before I can speak, he lifts me from the chair with ease, sitting down on it and pulling me into the gap between his thighs. My socked feet find the seat as I angle my body to look at him.
“Look, I don’t think I’m cut out for all thisplan your pleasure outstuff.”
“Can I see?” he asks as I find myself sitting neatly within the bulky frame of his body.
“No. It’s embarrassing.”
“I want to understand how you get pleasure, Indigo. I want to know how to best service you.” My jaw unhinges, and frankly, so does my pussy.
“Service me? I’m not a Ford Focus.”
“How would you rather I put it?”
“I don’t know. What happened to good old-fashioned ‘fuck’?”
I feel the muscles of his arms contract. “I like it when you say that word.”
“I suppose ‘make love’is out of the question?”
“I don’t think it does what I want to do to you justice.”
Oh, shit…
This man knows how to siphon blood away from my brain and redirect it to my clit.
