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“Is that so,” I growl, listening to her laugh as I roll her to her back, settling my hips back between her legs. I capture her breasts in my hands and duck my head, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking hard before nipping the tip, making her moan. I move a hand to between her legs and circle her clit before thrusting two fingers inside her. “What were you saying about pussy?”
“I don’t know.” She wraps her legs around my hips as my fingers move slowly in and out of her, and her head arches back into the pillow. “Please don’t stop.”
“Come for me,” I urge, using my thumb to circle her clit then pull her breast into my mouth and bite the tip of her nipple lightly, sending her over the edge. She comes, her pussy rippling around my fingers, panting for breath as she grabs my hair and drags my mouth to hers. I lick into her mouth then groan as she sucks on my tongue.
“Now I really need a shower,” she whispers when her head falls back to the pillow and her lashes flutter open.
Somehow, I manage to get us both into the bathroom, then before the water has even heated up, she drags me under the spray and drops to her knees. With my palms on the shower wall, I lose myself down her throat, groaning “Fuck” as I come. I pull her into my arms and kiss her until we’re both breathless then rest my forehead against hers. “Marry me.”
Laughing, she rests her palms against my chest, and I know she thinks I’m joking, but I’d marry her tomorrow if she said yes.
CHAPTER 13
Mia
SITTING IN THE conference room at the dealership with Ken at my side and Harry and Judy across from us, I watch Judy place a stack of papers Harry just signed into a plain folder. After just twenty minutes, Harry is officially the owner of a fleet of trucks for his business, and I’ve made enough commission to help out Cece and find an apartment for myself when the time comes.
I should be on cloud nine, but Talon’s words about Harry have been nagging me, and it’s not because I think he’s being ridiculously jealous. It’s because the few times Harry has come into the dealership, he’s asked about Talon, and even though at the time I didn’t think much of it at the time, now it seems odd, like he might have been searching for information and not just curious.
“Why don’t we go out to lunch to celebrate?” Harry suggests, leaning forward in his chair, his eyes focused on me. Unlike Talon, who wears a uniform of boots jeans and T-shirts with a vibe that clearly states he’d be down to have a beer and shoot the shit, I’ve never seen Harry in anything but suits that make him look like a high-powered lawyer instead of someone who works in construction. As a woman, I can admit he’s a good-looking man, but the air of arrogance that surrounds him has always put me off.
“I—”
“I’d love to, but unfortunately I can’t,” Ken cuts me off before I can come up with an excuse as to why I can’t go. “But I insist you and Mia go have a drink on me to celebrate.” He turns toward me looking ecstatic. “As a matter of fact, you should take the rest of the day off. I think you earned it.”
Shit, shit, shit.
“What do you say, Mia?” Harry smiles as he stands, and knowing I can’t really get out of this without possibly offending my boss, I wonder if I can use the time to find out a little more about Harry.
“Sounds great,” I lie, standing when Ken does.
He looks surprised by my agreement then grins. “Do you like Mexican?”
“I love it. I’ve been wanting to try out that place behind the coffee shop on Main.”
“Then that’s where we’ll go,” he says as he moves toward the door.
“Great, I’ll meet you there in thirty minutes,” I tell him, not wanting him to think we’re riding together. I don’t wait to make sure that works for him before I turn toward Ken, who I want to kick and hug at the same time. “I’ll see you Monday.”
“See you Monday.” He takes hold of my shoulder before I can walk away. “I should also say congratulations. Even before Harry’s deal, you made the number one spot this month.”
“Really?” My jaw drops.
“Really.” He chuckles, stepping back and touching his knuckles to my chin. “Go enjoy lunch and the rest of the weekend.”
“Thanks, Ken.” I don’t care if it’s acceptable; I wrap my arms around him in a quick hug before stepping back. “You’re the best.”
His face softens, and he shakes his head before waving his hands toward the door. “Go on before you make me look like a softie.”
