Good, be critical of me.
“I’ll write another zero behind that amount.”
Her eyes go wide. “Wh-why would you do that?” she stutters.
“Because you need it. I could take all your problems away. Just. Like. That.” I snap my fingers after every word.
“I don’t understand.” She frowns at me, taking a step back. “Why would you?—”
“Get on your knees and suck my cock,” I command, taking a step closer to her. “Make me come in your mouth and swallow every last drop like a good girl, and I’ll give you the money you deserve.”
Shock is written on her face before her confusion turns into anger, white-hot anger, and it feels like a rock lifts from my chest.
Yes!
“What did you just say?” she hisses out, her eyes spewing fire.
But I have to make sure.
I need to be one hundred percent sure.
“Hunter told me you’re falling for me, shouldn’t be a problem to suck me off when you want to fuck me anyway.” I shrug, acting nonchalant.
“You thundercunt,” she exclaims, bringing me off-kilter with the nickname that only Saylor ever used. But her ripping her paycheck in two and shoving it into my chest brings my thoughts right back to the present. Angry tears start to form in her eyes as she yells at me, “Keep your dirty fucking money, I don’t want any of it. I’d rather freeze to death.” Her lips quiver, and fuck, do I want to kiss those pretty lips and sink my cock inside her as far as she can take me. “I quit.”
She turns to leave, heading to the door when I come up to her, pressing her against the glass wall beside it.
“Right answer,” I whisper in her ear before kissing the spot beneath it.
I just proved myself wrong. She’s not a gold digger. She’s not after our money, or she would have taken this offer on a gold platter. She would have never ripped that check.
I need her, and I’m not going to question it any longer.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” She’s still fuming, pressed against the glass. “Let me go.”
I feel like I’m floating, so damn relieved that I can allow myself to feel this way about her. There is so much I still have to figure out, but she’s not lying to me.
She’s real.
“Not yet,” I whisper before I reach forward and open the buttons on those ridiculous overalls. “Good girls deserve a reward, don’t you think?”
“North,” she hisses out sharply, fire in her tone, and I love hearing my name on her lips like that.
“What, what do you need, Blue?” I murmur, my hands gliding down her sides.
She turns and pushes me off her with more strength than I thought she possessed, but I step back easily. “I want you to get off me.”
Fuck, did I push her too far?
I love our push and pull, but I don’t want to scare her.
I step closer again, setting my horny thoughts to the side for a second. “I needed to know if you were honest with me, with us, before I could take the next step with you.”
“What next step?” She huffs bitterly. “Ever thought maybe I don’t want to take the next step with you?”
Oh, sweet Blue.
“No, I haven’t. Because you do,” I tell her, taking a step closer again.
