Page 79 of Final Proposal

I laugh. God, this woman. She’s something else.

“And kids—”

“You’re trying so hard to continue this conversation, aren’t you?” she murmurs as she traces the bulge in my pants with her fingernail. The sensations ricochet all the way down to my balls and lower abdomen as she leans in, her mouth inches from mine. “How about we stop talking, Sharpe, and you start putting that mouth of yours to much better use?”

“What did you have in mind?” My eyes flicker from her lips to her eyes and then to her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

Whatever it is, I’m sure I’ll like it.

She leans in and brushes her lips to mine. “Well, considering we’re equal partners—”

“Fifty-fifty,” I whisper against hers.

“I do believe you got your fifty this morning, and I’m still sitting here without mine.”

Fuck. Is she asking me to go down on her?

She doesn’t have to ask twice.

Conversation over.

Libido in overdrive.

“I can most definitely remedy that.”

“You can?”

Another kiss.

“What kind of partner would I be if I didn’t try to fulfill my responsibilities?”

A momentary slide of my hand between her thighs.

“A horrible one.”

A lick of her tongue over my bottom lip.

With my hands on her waist, I help push her to standing while I make quick work of the button and zipper on her jeans. “Then I’m going to need you to sit your ass on this desk right here for me to prove I’m worthy.”

Fifty-fifty never sounded so good.

Ellery

“I need you to pick up something for me.”

Isn’t that what Ford had asked of me? To run an errand and head to the next town over to help him out?

Can’t say that I minded. I’ve been in a funk the past few days since my mom’s birthday, so the chance to roll the car windows down and get some fresh air was just what I needed.

Each mile I put between me and the site allowed me to breathe a little more.

Chaos seemed to be the theme this week.

And I swear it’s because Ford jinxed us by saying everything had been running smoothly. This week alone, a pipe burst in the café area, an electrician fell off a ladder and needed medical attention, and we were denied a permit due to some minor technicalities with city ordinances.

Stress upon stress upon stress.

And all of that when we have an impending hard date for the furniture to start arriving.