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I smiled, watching him, but I didn’t move until he finally opened his eyes. With little effort, he lifted my entire body and laid it on the bed beside him before he rolled out of it, getting to his feet.
My eyes ran down his shirtless chest to his baggy trousers that were still not baggy enough to cover up his bowling pin of an erection. And I couldn’t help looking at it either, tracing the shape with my eyes, my mouth watering at the sight of it. I’d never considered myself an exceptionally sexual person, even when I dated attractive guys, but I finally understood what women meant when they spoke about the urge to jump someone’s bones.
Because I really, really wanted to jump his bones.
And have his cock deep inside me.
God, stop imagining that before you completely freak him out.
I drew my gaze away after he finally walked to the bathroom. He stayed in there for a long time, long enough for my mind to run wild with all the things he was doing, especially as the shower turned on. Despite my admonition, I imagined him wrapping one hand around his erection and pumping it while the other hand braced against the wall. His eyes would fall shut, and thick cords would appear in his neck as the sensation grew and grew until it was too much. Until it threatened to explode out of him.
And then, in glorious fashion, it did while he bit out a shout. His head would be thrown back as he roared out his release, and thick jets of cum would spray out of his cock.
Great, and now it was my turn for a cold shower.
My body felt almost feverishly hot and my pussy sticky as I got out of bed, resisting the urge to do something naughty. Every move felt like torture as my clit rubbed against my folds, feeling engorged and sensitive. And then, when he came out wearing only pants with his hair still wet, I couldn’t help biting my lip and releasing a small moan.
He heard, and his eyes snapped to mine. Heat blazed in them, and I should have been embarrassed, but I was just so fucking horny that I couldn’t stand it.Please,I tried to plead with my eyes without saying the words that would change everything between us.Please just touch me. Even just a little.
But he tore his gaze away from mine, rubbing his hands over his face.
“Do you like your job?” he suddenly asked.
The question was such a shift of atmosphere that it startled me. “Pardon?”
“I mean your work as a waitress,” he said. “Do you enjoy it?”
I shrugged, taking a deep breath to clear my head. “Um, I don’t know. I guess it’s an okay job. And my boss is pretty cool, so I don’t have a problem working there.”
“Is it what you want to do long term, though?”
I smiled wryly. “I feel like we already had this conversation two days ago, and I confessed that I had no clue what I wanted to do long-term.”
He didn’t look like he liked that answer. Maybe it wasn’t specific enough for him. But why did he care about what I wanted to do with my life anyway? Despite the last two days, I didn’t believe he cared all that much about me. After all, we barely knew each other.
So why was he here? Why had he slept over the last two days and asked me a billion questions about my family? Was he concerned I would hurt myself or something? Was it just because I cried in his arms, or what?
The more I thought about the questions, the more confused I got.
“Why do you ask?” I questioned him curiously.
“Because I might have an opportunity for you.”
“For me?”
“Yeah,” he said. “A job.”
I frowned at him. “You’re trying to offer me a job?”
“Yes. I run a security agency back in DC, and I’m looking to expand.”
I cock an eyebrow at him, not fully catching his meaning. “To here?”
“Yes,” he answered, but it didn’t make any sense. To my knowledge of what we’d spoken about yesterday, his job involved protecting very important people—politicians, billionaires, and such. We didn’t have much of those here. We weren’t a very important state, and we lived in a small town in the middle of nowhere, which meant nothing exciting happened here. We weren’t even high crime. Sure, the next town over had a few gangs and stuff like that, but we had as much crime as any other small town.
“Why?” I asked him and shifted a little. His eyes flickered to my thigh, and I noticed his nose flare for a second. But he forced his gaze back to my eyes before he answered.
“Denton is nice and quiet and secluded,” he said. “Perfect for planning covert operations.”
