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“My brother told me to leave.”
No denying the anger in his tone there, and she got it. Siblings could push buttons like no one else had the ability to do.
“And you listened.”
“When I mentioned to him I didn’t know who was trying to set me up, he said it was best for me to get out of town for a while.”
She really wanted to stay close to him but that wouldn’t get the work done, so she ducked under his arm again and shifted to the next sheet of plywood. He was there to help her move it. Surprisingly, they worked easily in tandem and with no need for direction. Which was good because she didn’t need to be further distracted. Talking to him was one thing. Him standing close to her was another.
This is a dangerous situation, because despite lying to him about it not being sexual, I’m not dead and I cannot forget his dick that was literally right there in my face.
Iris bit the inside of her cheek to yank herself away from her thoughts and focus on the conversation. “And now that you listened to him, do you have any better idea on who’s behind it?”
“No.” He shifted his weight and held up the wood so she could nail it into place.
“Are you employed at his company? I mean, I get it, you’re rich, but do you work?”
“No, I don’t. And I’m not.” He slid over, making room for her. “I do, however, spend a lot of time there. He owns a casino.”
She pushed up on her toes and nailed in the corners so he didn’t have to support the plywood any longer and could back away from her sooner rather than later. “And does that mean you have access?” Her plan didn’t work. He stayed there brushing against her, distracting her.
“I guess. I mean, my brother probably gave it to me, but that’s not why I go to the casino.”
Iris shook her head, barely pausing when she rolled her eyes. She knew his type. “I’m shocked. You didn’t go to a casino to visit your brother? Whatever could have drawn you there? I’m sure it wasn’t the skimpy outfits your brother has his waitresses wear. And do they have to be a certain look as well?”
She sank to her knees and quickly put nails in the wood only to pause when he moved behind her. Glancing at him over her shoulder, she immediately both appreciated and regretted the move.
I’m too close to his crotch. And sweet God above the man is packing. Sweatpants weren’t exactly prime for hiding a man’s dick, and these didn’t do anything to contain or conceal his. Since I’ve seen it bare and hard already, I don’t even have to imagine what it would be like to see it. I know. And I want a repeat.
“You seem mighty interested in the type of women I invite into my bed.” He’d tipped his head forward, allowing her to see his eyes. She was close enough that if she just leaned closer and tugged down the material with her teeth, she could…
She licked her lips, loving how his cock twitched as his gaze tracked her motion.
“I don’t give a damn what type of women some man wants in his bed.”
He bent down so his face was right near hers. “I call bullshit. I may be recovering from my accident but I’m not too blind to see how often your gaze is drifting to my cock. And just so you know, Iris, I’d happily fuck you anywhere, doesn’t have to be a bed.”
Her core clenched but she didn’t drop her gaze from his. “You depend on your money to get women in your bed, don’t you? Not so much on the suave factor, or being nice and polite.”
His lips twitched. “And is that what you want? A nice man who never tells you how much he loves the clench of your tight, wet pussy around his hard cock? One who doesn’t whisper into your ear how much he wants to bend you over the nearest table, counter or chair and fuck you until you can’t so much as move?” He snorted. “I don’t see you wanting a man who will take you only in bed, before sleep, with the lights off. A three-pump man if you’re lucky, who doesn’t give a damn if he gets you off. Not even close, beautiful.”
She inhaled swiftly and gulped.
“Yeah, no. You need to be fucked, hard and often. Anywhere and everywhere. A smart man would settle between your legs and indulge for hours. He’d sweat to get you to cry out his name, scratch grooves into his back and watch you explode to pieces beneath his touch. That’s the kind of man you need, beautiful.”
Good God, this man was dangerous for her. Yes, that was exactly what she wanted. Not the nice man, the one who whispered all the things he longed to do to her. Not only that, but she wanted him to follow up on everything he said she needed.
