“No, we aren’t.”
“Yes, we are,” he said more assertively. I let out another frustrated breath…frustrated because I was actually starting to think about it. “We’re two grown-ass adults. We can do whatever the hell we want. Why deny ourselves something that feels good if we both want it?”
No. Knock it off. Shut it down. “Feeling good and getting a job done are two different things. And do not presume to know what I want.”
He huffed out a laugh, feigning offense. “Are you saying I didn’t make you feel good before?”
“I’msayingthey were bothquickiesthat got the job done.”
“Damn. I didn’t realize you were such a fucking princess with high expectations during impulsive quickies.”
“I’m not a princess,” I spat. “I don’t have high expectations. I’m simply saying they served their purpose.”
“You’re sureactinglike a princess. And saying they offerednothingbeyond merely getting a job done sounds like a challenge to me.”
“Take it as you will,” I said with a casual shrug of my shoulders.
He offered me a roguish grin. “Well, I’m up for said challenge.”
I shook my head. “That’s not what I meant.”
“What’s wrong? Afraid you might enjoy it more than you think you should,Princess?” he taunted with a grin.
“No. We said not again. And regardless…” I turned toward the counter, putting my back to him so I wouldn’t have to keep looking at his piercing green eyes and stupid smirk. “I have plans tonight.”
“With?”
“Callie. We’re having a movie night.”
“So cancel it.”
“No,” I scoffed through a laugh.
“Come on.”
“No.”
“I’ll make it worth your while.”
“No,” I repeated more sternly.
“It’s the perfect opportunity.”
“Perfect opportunity forwhat?”
“Not to worry about just ‘getting the job done,’” he said. “We’re inyourspace. There’s no one else here to worry about, so no interruptions. We can both get a release we need, and we haveplentyof time to make sure we enjoy the hell out of it.”
My jaw tensed in irritation over his badgering and goading, but I was also irritated with myself because his badgering and goading were actually starting to work.
Get a release.
No interruptions.
Enjoy the hell out of it.
I felt him step up behind me, brushing his chest against my back, and I slightly stiffened. And when that smoky amber and citrus scent enveloped me, I closed my eyes, feeling my willpower start to crumble. Why did he have to smell so damn good?
He leaned forward, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear. “Call Callie and cancel,” he whispered.
