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She was thinking. Sexy thoughts based on the way she bit her lip and wouldn’t look me in the eye. I had to wonder what specifically.
“Did you like it?” I prodded.
She gave the slightest of nods and I wanted to reach into the back and high five the dog who was staring at us as if he were following along. I gave him a look and he went to the window and stuck his head out.
“Was there… was there something specific you liked the best?” I reached out, stroked her hair, leaned close so I could breathe in her sweet scent. “Be a good girl and tell me.”
Her gaze lifted and… fuck. That. Right there. In those sparkling green eyes, eagerness that couldn’t be hidden by her glasses. I hadn’t asked her if she wanted to sit on my face. Or if she wanted to try to get my dick down her throat. No. I hadn’t said anything but be a good girl.
That… those simple words had her running hot. It was what she meant in her quiz about her fantasy. Being on my knees. It didn’t seem like it, but it all made sense and fuck, would I satisfy her. Because her making me happy made her hot.
She was a people pleaser. No wonder she didn’t file a complaint about Jimenez. No wonder she wanted to make sure I didn’t see the email, because sending it to a co-worker was wrong. She’d been bad in making the mistake and she’d tried to fix it so I wouldn’t know about it. Wouldn’t think she’d done something wrong.
She wanted to be a good girl. Needed to be.
And that made my dick ache because she was good. Perfect, even, in all her quirks and blunders. My chest swelled with pride.
“You want that, don’t you?” I whispered, curving my palm around so it cupped the back of her neck. “To be my good girl?”
Her pink tongue flicked out and she licked her lips again. “Yes,” she admitted.
Pre-cum soaked my boxers at her admission.
“Tell me then. What you liked best.”
“I want… I want to sit in your lap.”
The breathy way she said that… fuck.
“And slide down onto my dick,” I finished for her. “Is your pussy wet, baby?”
I gave her neck a little squeeze and her eyes met mine. “Yes. Take me to your place so I can show you.”
I groaned at her boldness. She didn’t have to tell me twice.
18
BRIDGET
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“This is amazing,” I commented, taking in the house. It was situated at the base of Hunter Mountain, but on the west side, nowhere near the ski slope. That meant nowhere near other people. Towering pines were on either side of the log house and had views of the entire valley from the wall-to-wall windows at the back. A two-story river rock fireplace was along one wall with a plush sectional facing it. It could seat at least six, or one Maverick. It was professionally decorated with tans and blues and lots of wood. By the size, I assumed there had to be six or more bedrooms. Probably a walkout basement. All of it came with a hefty price tag.
“My assistant found it for me. It’s better than a hotel.”
“This is where you’ll stay then?”
His cell chimed and he pulled it from his pocket, read the screen. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t give whatever he read much thought because he set the phone and his car keys on the granite counter in the kitchen, then joined me by the window. Scout was sniffing around, checking out his new home.
“This is the first time I’ve been in it,” he admitted. “After I knew I was staying yesterday, I got him to find me a rental. He texted me the address and the door code first thing. I drove by earlier to see where it is, but yeah, it seems nice.”
Seemed nice? It was perhaps ten steps above nice. Twenty.
Taking my hand, he tugged me to the sofa, dropped on it, spread his knees wide and pulled me to stand between them. His hands cupped my hips and we were eye-to-eye.
“Hi,” I whispered, suddenly a little nervous. We hadn’t said much on the ride here from the deli, but the air had been charged. It had practically crackled. I’d had sex before, but it hadn’t been like this. The anticipation. The need.
I wanted him.
