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“When?”
“A few days ago.” She bites the corner of her lip. “I’m not even sure why I told them I’d think about it—it’s not like I really want it—I just didn’t want to say no right away. Maybe my subconscious was telling me to have a backup.”
“You don’t need a backup,” I grunt. “You just need to fine tune your plan.”
Her body seems to shudder slightly. “Don’t use your growly voice now, this is serious. I’m completely unqualified to do this and I’d rather quit now than fail later.”
“I’d rather you fail than not try at all.” I let my challenge linger.
“What does that mean?” Her eyes narrow to slits as she takes the bait.
“You’re on this whole kick about finally doing what it isyouwant to do, and so far, you haven’t backed down one bit from following through. If you fail, so what? You learn from it and move on. But you won’t learn shit if you don’t try.”
Her mouth morphs into an astonished ‘o’. “Is that supposed to be a pep talk?”
I lift my shoulder in a little half shrug.
“It sucks.”
“Maybe. But tell me I’m wrong.”
“Fine.” She rolls her eyes dramatically. “You’re not wrong. But I can’t concentrate when you growl so put your sexy voice away and help me brainstorm ideas to increase revenue.”
Fuck, I like when she plays the brat.
“I just gave you two.” I grab her around the waist and haul her onto my lap.
“Deacon,” she giggles and squirms as I nuzzle her neck, and that little bit of friction on my cock has it perking up. That wasn’t my intent, but it seems everything she does makes my body take notice in one way or another. Sometimes my pants get tight, sometimes my chest does. Either way, it seems the days of concealing my desire are over.
I’m no idiot. I know that means this thing between us is spiraling out of control, and what started as primarily lust has morphed into something more. Admiration. Respect. Not that I didn’t admire or respect her before—I would’ve tried to get her in my bed before now if I didn’t—I just didn’t know her well enough to appreciate all the aspects of her personality. Like how gracefully she handles being the town sweetheart when that’s not a label she wants. Or how determined she can be once she sets her mind on something.
Back in the days where I would covertly observe her, I wondered what sort of person lurked underneath that sexy body. I suspected I’d find an adventurous streak, and I did. But I found so much more. And it turns out I likewhoshe is as much as what she looks like, which can’t end well. Sometimes I wish it didn’t have to.
Maybe I am an idiot.
Fuck it.
“Keep rubbing on my cock and we’ll have to put the business plan away for the night.” I nibble her earlobe, half hoping she jumps on that idea.
“Focus for another thirty minutes and maybe I’ll let you listen to the new book I got.”
That causes me to pause my teasing. Re-enacting the scene in that book with Tiff was one of the hottest sexual experiences I’ve ever had, and that’s saying something. I think that’s partly because it’s something I’d never done, and partly because it let me give up control.
Usually, I like dictating what happens in the bedroom. Still do since it seems to get Tiff so excited. Yet following instructions that night was all about reacting. Feeling. No thinking required, just pure pleasure. I’m down to do it again.
Shifting Tiff back to her own seat I grumble, “Thirty minutes.”
***
Now that the snow in town is gone and the ground has had some time to dry, I can finally get started on my rec center project. With demo complete on the old landscaping, I’m marking the boundary for the new rock wall and flowerbeds when I hear my name.
“What’s up?” I fist bump Ryder as he joins me on the grass.
“Not much, just finishing up a grief support group meeting.”
My gaze shifts to the building he just came out of. “They have those here? I thought this place was all about recreation.”
“Mostly, yeah. But they let us use one of the art classrooms twice a month.”
