“Okay.” Cash followed her directions. She took the door opener out of her purse and clicked it. He pulled up to the garage as it opened and asked, “Where’s your car?”
“I don’t have one. You can park your truck in the garage if you want.”
Cash did so and hands still on the wheel, he swung his head toward her. “How the hell do you get around, Tracy?”
“I Uber it,” she said and hopped out of the truck. She and Dude met Cash at the back door of her apartment, and she unlocked it. “Come on in.”
Dude ran ahead and Cash followed them. Tracy led him past a washer and dryer, turned right and at the end of a short hall, swung her hand toward a sofa in the living room. Cash sauntered forward and stopped near the front door as she continued around a countertop on her left. She entered the kitchen and looking over the top of the counter at Cash, she filled Dude’s water bowl. At the other end of her kitchen was a breakfast nook table for two. Dude lapped up his water as Cash placed his hands on his hips.
“What do you mean you Uber it?”
“I work from home,” Tracy said. “When I go on assignment, the magazine sends me in a car with Jacob.” Shrugging, she added, “This last time, with all the contest winners involved, Donna convinced Gerald to let her go with us to assist. She went in the van with Jacob, but Gerald had scheduled a meeting with me, and I missed the van. So, he rented that car for me.”
“Gerald sent Donna to keep an eye on you,” Cash grumbled. “Moles made you miss the meeting so he could impress you with that Mustang.”
“He asked if I wanted a Tesla and I declined.”
“Good call. We don’t have plug-ins for electric cars. How do you get your groceries?”
“I have ready-to-prepare meals delivered once a week,” she explained. “And the grocery store is just across FillmoreStreet, so I walk over there. If it’s snowing or raining, I Uber it.”
“How did you drop off Dude last Monday?” Cash asked and at the mention of his name Dude walked to him.
“Uber.”
Cash held up his right hand, to indicate he’d heard enough about Uber, and shook his head. “Let’s see the rest of your apartment.”
“Okay. It came furnished,” she told him. Meeting back up with him in the living room where a flat-screen TV was situated in front of the sofa, she said, “This is where I watch movies.” She pointed to two built-in bookshelves with a small desk and a cane-backed chair between them. “This is where I write and edit my articles for the magazine.” Crooking her finger, she guided him down the hallway and past a bathroom into the bedroom. The bed was queen-sized, and on the left was a lamp on a nightstand. Standing at the end of her bed, she said, “This is the only bedroom and that ends the tour.”
“Nice.” Cash smiled.
“Thanks. My grandmother gave me two thousand dollars for a graduation gift and offered me her truck too. But I explained I would not take her only means of transportation.”
“You need a car.” Cash sat down on her bed and crooked his finger. “Am I the first guy to be on this bed since you moved in?”
“You know you are,” she told him, walking closer.
“Good.” He grabbed her hand, lay back, and pulled her onto the bed next to him.
“Let’s kiss,” she flirted.
“Yeah, let’s have a cinnamon kiss.” Cash rolled on top of her, and the German shepherd barked. “I’m not gonna hurt her, Dude.”
Dude walked across the bedroom and put his chin on the mattress. He blinked and stared at them. Cash cocked a brow and told Dude to lie down. Dude trotted across theroom and curled up in a dog bed near the window. When Cash lowered his mouth to hers, Tracy wound her arms around his neck and kissed him with abandon. Cash settled himself between her legs and she threaded her fingers through his hair. He pulled up her tank top and unfastened her bra. He kissed his way to her breasts and when his lips closed over a nipple she moaned.
“Yes. More, Cash.”
Cash tugged her shorts and panties down and she kicked them off. He unfastened his belt and fly and shoved his jeans to his thighs. Since she’d told him about being on the pill, he’d made no further mention of a condom. Tracy met his every in-and-out thrust. Faster and faster, he escalated until she shivered, her orgasm squeezing him internally. Her heart pounded against his chest, and she clung to him as he thrust hard and deep. Spilling himself inside her, Cash groaned from the ecstasy fulfilling his every need like never before. He kissed Tracy before rolling off her.
“That was a quickie to christen your bed, spitfire,” he said.
“You sparkle me, big’n bad.”
“Sparkle you?”
“Yes, that’s how incredible it feels. Like I’ve been sparkled from the inside out,” she whispered. “I love—it.”
He smoothed a silky cinnamon lock of hair off her cheek. “Me, too, Tracy.”
