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the spot just below her left ear
that always made her tremble. And if she had her shirt off, his hand might even
slip down to fondle her breasts, to rub his thumb over her hard nipples.
She shuddered at the heat of arousal and forced anger onto
her face. “I wouldn’t need to take my shirt off for that,” she argued. “At
most, a little water might drip on it.”
“Okay, so maybe that was partly me wanting to see you
without a shirt,” he admitted. “Water’s going to drip. Your shirt will probably
wind up a bit damp. If you don’t care, I don’t either.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She didn’t plan to take off her shirt
in front of him again if she didn’t have to. No matter how much she wanted him
to see—and touch—her naked body.
“So do you want my help?” he persisted.
He wanted to make her ask. Figured. “Yes,” she snapped.
“Would you please help me wash my hair?”
He smiled broadly. “Absolutely. I’ll be right back. I’m
going to ask the desk clerk if there’s some kind of bucket or basin we can use
so we don’t have to cram into the bathroom together. Though it might be fun to
be in close quarters with you.”
“Dream on.”
“Oh, I do,” he assured her. “Every night.”
Before she could respond, he left the room. Stunned, she
stared at the door. Had he been serious? Obviously he’d fantasized about her
when he’d jerked off the night before, though he might have just been
pretending. He certainly hadn’t objected to her aggressive seduction. Arrogant
or not, he was hot and seemed to have at least a tiny tender side. Still, it
surprised her that he would admit to dreaming about her. She would never have
expected to hear that from him.
She wanted him. Needed him so much it hurt. Having had him
once, her body craved more. His cock had felt so good inside her, filling her,
touching her just right. Desire to have that again burned in her, building to a
peak so strong she almost opened the door to call him back.
Almost. She didn’t want him to know how much he turned her
on. His effect on her still shocked her. She’d spent so much time trying to
hate the man that even now she didn’t want to admit the impact just being near
him had on her body. The shivers of arousal, the way her skin seemed to
anticipate his touch. The tightening in her pussy.
The dream she’d had about him returned to mind. If it had
gone on a few moments longer, she might have come in her sleep, it had been
that intense. That realistic. Until the knock on the door had interrupted her,
she’d believed Jared was there with her, touching her the way she’d imagined so
many times. The way she hadn’t allowed him to the night before.
Through her shorts, she pressed the heel of her hand against
her slit, hoping to stop the throbbing there. She rocked her hand back and
forth, bringing herself further into the arousal, closer to the orgasm she’d
almost reached in her dream. If he came back, maybe she would remove her shirt
like he wanted.
Maybe she’d remove everything and demand he fuck her again,
despite her insistence that it wouldn’t be repeated.
Footsteps outside the door startled her. Horny as hell or
not, she didn’t dare to hear his snide comments if he walked in on her with her
hand between her legs. She slid her hands under herself to prevent temptation
as he entered the room.
He set it beside the bed. “It’s a mop bucket,” he informed
her. “She said they didn’t have anything else. She seemed a little suspicious
of why I wanted it until I told her about your fall. Evidently it’s already on
the local news.”
Cassidy blinked, stunned. “Oh my gosh! You have to be
kidding.”
She changed the TV to one of the local network channels,
which had just finished up its evening newscast. “And to prove that Earth Day
isn’t good for everyone,” the anchor said, “one young woman is recovering today
after an accident at the site of a JaBro Corporation tree planting.
that always made her tremble. And if she had her shirt off, his hand might even
slip down to fondle her breasts, to rub his thumb over her hard nipples.
She shuddered at the heat of arousal and forced anger onto
her face. “I wouldn’t need to take my shirt off for that,” she argued. “At
most, a little water might drip on it.”
“Okay, so maybe that was partly me wanting to see you
without a shirt,” he admitted. “Water’s going to drip. Your shirt will probably
wind up a bit damp. If you don’t care, I don’t either.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She didn’t plan to take off her shirt
in front of him again if she didn’t have to. No matter how much she wanted him
to see—and touch—her naked body.
“So do you want my help?” he persisted.
He wanted to make her ask. Figured. “Yes,” she snapped.
“Would you please help me wash my hair?”
He smiled broadly. “Absolutely. I’ll be right back. I’m
going to ask the desk clerk if there’s some kind of bucket or basin we can use
so we don’t have to cram into the bathroom together. Though it might be fun to
be in close quarters with you.”
“Dream on.”
“Oh, I do,” he assured her. “Every night.”
Before she could respond, he left the room. Stunned, she
stared at the door. Had he been serious? Obviously he’d fantasized about her
when he’d jerked off the night before, though he might have just been
pretending. He certainly hadn’t objected to her aggressive seduction. Arrogant
or not, he was hot and seemed to have at least a tiny tender side. Still, it
surprised her that he would admit to dreaming about her. She would never have
expected to hear that from him.
She wanted him. Needed him so much it hurt. Having had him
once, her body craved more. His cock had felt so good inside her, filling her,
touching her just right. Desire to have that again burned in her, building to a
peak so strong she almost opened the door to call him back.
Almost. She didn’t want him to know how much he turned her
on. His effect on her still shocked her. She’d spent so much time trying to
hate the man that even now she didn’t want to admit the impact just being near
him had on her body. The shivers of arousal, the way her skin seemed to
anticipate his touch. The tightening in her pussy.
The dream she’d had about him returned to mind. If it had
gone on a few moments longer, she might have come in her sleep, it had been
that intense. That realistic. Until the knock on the door had interrupted her,
she’d believed Jared was there with her, touching her the way she’d imagined so
many times. The way she hadn’t allowed him to the night before.
Through her shorts, she pressed the heel of her hand against
her slit, hoping to stop the throbbing there. She rocked her hand back and
forth, bringing herself further into the arousal, closer to the orgasm she’d
almost reached in her dream. If he came back, maybe she would remove her shirt
like he wanted.
Maybe she’d remove everything and demand he fuck her again,
despite her insistence that it wouldn’t be repeated.
Footsteps outside the door startled her. Horny as hell or
not, she didn’t dare to hear his snide comments if he walked in on her with her
hand between her legs. She slid her hands under herself to prevent temptation
as he entered the room.
He set it beside the bed. “It’s a mop bucket,” he informed
her. “She said they didn’t have anything else. She seemed a little suspicious
of why I wanted it until I told her about your fall. Evidently it’s already on
the local news.”
Cassidy blinked, stunned. “Oh my gosh! You have to be
kidding.”
She changed the TV to one of the local network channels,
which had just finished up its evening newscast. “And to prove that Earth Day
isn’t good for everyone,” the anchor said, “one young woman is recovering today
after an accident at the site of a JaBro Corporation tree planting.
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