Mack pulled back, gratified by her shortness of breath. “Okay, Officer Carmichael. I expect you to put me in your little black book. You know my number now.” Then he added what she’d find hard to forget. “I just want to be clear—I’m now ahead by one.”
He smirked, left the house, and had started his car when she knocked on his window. He rolled it down. “Yes?”
“Nice car, by the way,” she said, studying his classic Chevelle. Another point in her favor—she knew class when she saw it.
“Thanks. You needed something?”
The wind blew, and Cass tossed her hair back and scowled.
Mack refused to believe he could fall in love on the spot, but damn, he pretty much came close. What was it about this cantankerous woman that enthralled him so much?
“What the hell do you mean you’re ahead by one? You stopped by to pay me twenty bucks, remember?”
“Yeah, I paid you back. But after what we just shared, I think we both know I came out ahead.”
She looked puzzled, and he deliberately remained silent, adding to the confusion. “Hold on. Are you saying I somehow lost at sex?” She frowned. “Sex isn’t a sport.”
“It is if you do it right. And we were both pretty damn amazing just minutes ago.”
“We were.” She paused. “Wait, wait. How are you ahead by one?”
He grinned and revved his engine. “Think about it. I’m sure it’llcometo you.” With a chuckle, he rolled up his window and backed out of her driveway. He waved as he left.
But in the rearview, he saw her standing there, watching until he rounded a corner and drove away.
Operation Bait Cass Carmichael was in play.
Mack spent the remainder of his morning thinking about Cass and the amazing sex they’d had before putting his mind right and joining Reggie and his ladies for lunch and game day.
***
Cass stared after Mack as he left in a vintage muscle car that fit him. Stylish, sleek, and all muscle. She still had a tough time getting her feet back under her after that bone-melting orgasm. Mack Revere had earned every single compliment he’d ever gotten about sex. Then again, she’d almost madehimlose control. If they had been playing some sort of sex game—which they hadn’t—then wouldn’t she be the winner?
His comments about winning bothered her for the rest of the day and on the drive to her parents’ for dinner.
She hadn’t had sex for a long time, at first too busy to bother with a man, then worried she’d never find one who could keep up with her or let her lead the way.
Yet with Mack, she’d been content to step back once he’d taken charge. Huh. She wondered why she’d let him. She hadn’t thought too much about their dynamic. Typically, Cass set the pace. She’d been the one making the rules, taking charge. And Mack had gone with all of it…right up until they’d had sex.
Who knew the laid-back guy had it in him? She surely hadn’t. And she hadn’t been kidding when she’d been surprised about his size. Not only a looker, but he knew what to do with what he’d been given. She still tingled, remembering how he’d brought her to that massive climax.
Part of her had wanted to keep him in her bed and try it again to make sure they hadn’t been a fluke. She hadn’t had sex in a while. An orgasm might happen from desperation, right? She didn’t have a ton of exes, but she knew when a man fit. Mack fit her. Physically, at least.
Now she’d have to see if he’d agree to their terms. No possessiveness. No clinginess. Just that one instance of rip-roaring ecstasy for them both. Nothing more. Right?
Her father called her name again. “Cass? Honey, are you all right? You seem out of it tonight.” He heaped another helping of beef stroganoff onto her plate.
“Oh, sorry.” She felt ridiculous, still musing over Mack Revere and his gorgeous eyes, perfect body, and big dick.
Her dad frowned at her. “What’s wrong?”
Oh my God, no more thinking about body parts in front of the parents!
“I lost at pool last night.”
He seemed to lose a little steam. “Oh. I thought you might have had a date.”
Once again, she had let down her parents. But this time, Cass knew she hadn’t. Because she and Mack had connected, if only on a physical level. That qualified as a social bond, didn’t it?
