Page 375 of Deep Pockets


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“You want to.”

“You are so…” I pause, breathless.

His finger travels downward, putting pressure on the top button, popping it. He finds more skin to slide down, pausing at the center of my chest, a whisper of a presence above my pounding heart.

“You are so…” I try again.

I don’t have it in me to think up a playful insult. Heat swells heavy between my legs.

He leans in. Lips to my ear. His face is a soft rustle on my hair.

My breath comes faster.

“You’re going to kiss me,” he says. “Maybe not today, but you’ll come to me. I can wait.”

“Such an operator,” I say, gaze falling to his hand at my chest.

He moves down, unbuttons another button. “You like watching my hands, don’t you?” He undoes another button.

“Are you just undoing my buttons now? Yes,” I say.

“And you’re into it.”

“And the arrogance just doesn’t quit, folks.” I’m going for light quip here, but my voice is rough with desire.

“You like my hands, I think.” He undoes another button, revealing the top of my camisole. “You’re going to like them even better when they’re between your legs.”

Dark lust arrows through me. “Oh my god,” I say, as though I think it’s funny. It’s not.

“I’ll get you off, baby. I’ll take such good care of you. I’ll take you slow and deep. I’ll print every inch of your skin. Nothing—nothing about it will be fake.”

“So entitled,” I breathe, finally mustering up the strength to shove away his hand.

He pins me with his gaze. “I’ll wait. I can bide my time.”

“Well, you’re going to have to wind your watch to infinity.”

A baffled light appears in his eyes. Like a baffled light of wonder. That’s probably fake, too. Fake fake fake. I’m not interested in his fake seduction.

I pull out my phone. “So what is this groundbreaking thing?”

He takes a ragged breath. Like he’s so overwhelmed he can’t talk for a bit.

I roll my eyes. “Seriously?” But inside, where he can’t see, I’m shaking with need for him.

In a rough voice, he tells me about the facility, and how getting a reputation in high-tech research could lead to some important jobs.

Chapter Eighteen

Vicky

The groundbreaking turns out to be a lot of people in their Sunday best standing on bare dirt inside a fenced-in lot that takes up nearly an entire block.

And cameras. Lots of cameras.

I put Smuckers on his long retractable leash and let him run around and receive petting from his minions. I smile and laugh and discreetly lower my sunglasses.

But I can’t help wonder what Henry had planned. What if I had said yes? Would we be at a hotel right now instead of here? Butterflies whirl in my belly every time I look over at him.

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