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“A guy like that must go through women like underwear.” “I’ll gladly be his underwear.”
“How do I get over him?” My voice is almost pleading. “By spending the next four months fucking someone in every position imaginable.”
“Apparently some people call me the big bad wolf,” he whispers. “But I kind of like it.”
Unfastening his jacket buttons, he peels off his plaid coat and tosses it into the truck. Beneath it he’s wearing a black long-sleeved shirt. One made of that clingy material that’s supposed to absorb your sweat. And it’s clinging. Oh my God, is it ever clinging.
Is this a good idea? Am I setting myself up for constant frustration? I’ll probably become a champion masturbator by the end of the summer.
“But she is a girl, pining for some spineless dickhead who dumped her and is never coming back. Insecure, stupid little girls don’t attract me, Belinda. You know that.”
“Don’t be so naïve, Abbi. Trust me. He can smell that virgin pussy from a mile away and he wants it.”
“I don’t want Michael touching you like that again. Or anyone here, for that matter.” Is he even allowed to demand that? “Why not?” “Because, you’re—” He presses his lips together, cutting himself off. “Because they’re not good enough for you.”
“Is there anything else you need, while I’m here?” I ask as calmly as I can manage. I don’t understand what’s happening, but I know what I need at this moment. Him. Henry takes a step closer to me, heat from his body radiating, his erection now pressing against my stomach, his words stirring my confusion. “Don’t tempt me,” he growls.
“For someone who’s not attracted to insecure, stupid little girls, that sure is a very hard cock you have there.”
“You are so goddamn sweet.” His lips skim over mine as he whispers, “I don’t even like sweet. I like filthy and unemotional. This wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m at a pivotal moment in my career and you are fucking with my head.”
“I thought you didn’t like sweet.” I don’t know how I’m even capable of answering. He smirks. “I don’t. But the idea of turning my sweet little assistant filthy is driving me insane.”
“You have a pretty little mouth, Abbi. It’s so warm and wet and tight. Perfect for fucking.”
“You look like an angel that accidently fell into my bed,” he murmurs. “If I could keep you here and fuck you all day, I would.”
“You’re getting over an idiot ex and fucking your boss for the next four months. I’m running a hotel and fucking my assistant for the next four months. That’s all.”
