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“A metaphor,” she said, all smart-ass.
“If you don’t know what a metaphor is, that’s okay, but… you really should read more.”
“Fuck you,” she grinned, and I knew it was still on.
“That’s what I was hoping for.”
“Yeah – I know,” she said, though she was still smiling.
I nodded toward the motel. “I’d say we go for Round Two right now, but… I have a policy against sleeping in places like this. Apparently you don’t, but some of us have standards.”
“Fuck you!” she laughed, and slugged me in the arm.
Damn.
I liked that.
Made me wonder what she’d be like in the sack.
“Bell hasn’t rung yet, babe. But I’ll see you again real soon for Round Two.”
“I doubt Round Two’s going to be any different,” she said, but her tone of voice wasn’t bitchy; in fact, she almost sounded sad. Like she wanted to, but knew it wasn’t going to happen, and was warning me I might be wasting my time.
So I kept it light.
And sexual.
“I’m a champion prize-fighter. Undefeated,” I said. “So trust me when I tell you, you’re goin’ down in the third.”
Her eyes narrowed again and she stopped smiling, like she was pissed off at the innuendo.
After a beat, I continued: “‘Going down’ is a boxing term. But I like how you think.”
She laughed in spite of herself and shook her head. “You know, there’s no panel of judges to help you out with the scoring.”
“I don’t need any help scoring,” I said as I started the bike. “Just remember what happens in the third round.”
“No way you’re knocking me out, Mr. Motorcycle Club,” she said, mocking me with the last word.
“Don’t have to. TKO, baby. TKO.”
I left her standing there with a grin on her face as I drove out of the lot.
18
Fiona
Jack’s deep, rumbling voice stayed with me the rest of the night, whispering to me in my dreams.
I imagined him naked on top of me, those strong arms gripping my body, that incredible ass angling that big, thick cock between my open legs, and slowly easing it inside me, inch by rock-hard inch –
I woke up at least twice, an irritated, sexually frustrated mess.
TKO, baby. TKO.
Technical knock-out.
He was well on his way to making good on his claim.
