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“No, smart ass. Whatever you want. I’ve been working you over-time all week. Wherever you want to go. My treat.” Working me over…that’s as far as my brain got before I filled in words like working me over the couch, the bed, the kitchen counter. Why did I have to get a job for a guy who’s hotter than the sun and makes my world a brighter place than it’s ever been?
Fighting the smile on my face, I tuck my cane in my back jeans’ pocket. I might have grabbed his hand because I was terrified to get out of that bar unscathed, but I’m holding it now because it feels right. His hand was meant to be in mine. It makes sense there. I don’t want it to ever stop making sense.
We’re writing a song, a soft, tender song with our mouths, with our tongues, our heady breaths.
“Are you…living one of my romance novels vicariously through me?” he asks, playfully, but I sense it’s a veil for more of his doubts. “Maybe that’s what you’re doing to me,” I tease in return. “No, Riley,” he whispers. “Nobody could write you.”
My wet kiss sounds mix with the echoes of his throaty groans and panting, making every inch of my skin go taut. I want to live here on my knees for him. I want to go to sleep and wake up to the sounds he’s making because of me. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to fake being the man he deserves, but in this moment, it feels like I am that man.
