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she understand exactly what he wanted. “Of course I’m using this as an opportunity to get you into bed.” He leaned in to whisper in her ear. “And against the wall. In the shower. And wherever else the opportunity presents itself.”
She shivered and inhaled loudly. “At least you’re honest.”
He smiled against her cheek. “So, is that a yes?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said quietly.
“Why not? We’d be good together.” He swept his hand down her arm as he drew back and observed her beaded nipples beneath her shirt. He coughed, clearing the arousal constricting his larynx. “Is it because of Jon?”
“No, Jon isn’t a problem.” She kept her gaze on his chest.
He cupped her chin and tilted her head to look at him. “Then what?”
She pulled away and took a few steps back. “I wouldn’t want you to get the idea that this meant more than it did. As soon as the tests are done, I’m leaving Michigan.”
He rubbed at the tendril of sharp pain jabbing his chest “To Los Angeles? What if you don’t get the contract offer from Rand?”
She turned around and walked to the stage then pulled herself up to sit on the edge, her legs dangling. “It doesn’t matter. I guess you can say I’m officially giving you my notice. At the end of the month, I’m moving no matter what happens. I should have told you sooner, but when my sister came to Michigan, I stuck around longer than I’d anticipated and I didn’t know when I’d get that itch to move on.”
Now he understood why she’d wanted to know what would happen if she sold the building. Maybe it didn’t have anything to do with Jon at all.
He walked up the steps of the stage. “And now?”
She looked over her shoulder. “I’m itching like crazy. It’s what I do. This is the longest I’ve stayed in one city in twenty-three years. I don’t do long-term commitments and I don’t fall in love.”
That made two of them.
He sat down next to her. “Who said anything about love?”
“If you and I spend all our time together this month and have sex to boot, don’t you think you might get attached? You may come off as a player, but you’re obviously a nice guy and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Me? A nice guy?” He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face close to his. “Would a nice guy want to push you to your knees and order you to unzip me and suck me dry? Would a nice guy fantasize about bending you over one of those tables and taking you from behind? Would a nice guy plan on making you so crazy with lust, you’d forget, wouldn’t care, that Christopher is due to walk through the front door any minute?”
She made a choking noise and swallowed hard. “No?” she asked rather than stated, her voice squeaking.
He released his grip on her neck and caressed her hair, relishing her stunned expression.
“You can call me a lot of names, but nice is not one of them.” He continued to run his fingers through her pink hair. “I’m not sensitive. What I am is a man who is attracted to you, and I will do whatever I need, other than lie, to get you to sleep with me—although I wouldn’t count on getting much sleep in my bed. I want to make your eyes glaze over with lust and taste your climax in my mouth.”
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “And when I leave?”
“We’ll say goodbye.” He traced her now glistening bottom lip with his thumb. “No regrets, no recriminations, no ugly emotions getting in the way. We’re good together. I enjoy the hell out of arguing with you and enjoy shutting you up even more. What do you say?”
She stared into his eyes then smiled. “Sure. I’ll move in.”
His cock pushed uncomfortably against the fly of his jeans. He couldn’t wait to get her home. Good thing he brought his Mustang this morning.
She continued, “But I will not, under any circumstances, have sex with you.”
CHAPTER 8
She never told her love,
but let
She shivered and inhaled loudly. “At least you’re honest.”
He smiled against her cheek. “So, is that a yes?”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said quietly.
“Why not? We’d be good together.” He swept his hand down her arm as he drew back and observed her beaded nipples beneath her shirt. He coughed, clearing the arousal constricting his larynx. “Is it because of Jon?”
“No, Jon isn’t a problem.” She kept her gaze on his chest.
He cupped her chin and tilted her head to look at him. “Then what?”
She pulled away and took a few steps back. “I wouldn’t want you to get the idea that this meant more than it did. As soon as the tests are done, I’m leaving Michigan.”
He rubbed at the tendril of sharp pain jabbing his chest “To Los Angeles? What if you don’t get the contract offer from Rand?”
She turned around and walked to the stage then pulled herself up to sit on the edge, her legs dangling. “It doesn’t matter. I guess you can say I’m officially giving you my notice. At the end of the month, I’m moving no matter what happens. I should have told you sooner, but when my sister came to Michigan, I stuck around longer than I’d anticipated and I didn’t know when I’d get that itch to move on.”
Now he understood why she’d wanted to know what would happen if she sold the building. Maybe it didn’t have anything to do with Jon at all.
He walked up the steps of the stage. “And now?”
She looked over her shoulder. “I’m itching like crazy. It’s what I do. This is the longest I’ve stayed in one city in twenty-three years. I don’t do long-term commitments and I don’t fall in love.”
That made two of them.
He sat down next to her. “Who said anything about love?”
“If you and I spend all our time together this month and have sex to boot, don’t you think you might get attached? You may come off as a player, but you’re obviously a nice guy and I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Me? A nice guy?” He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her face close to his. “Would a nice guy want to push you to your knees and order you to unzip me and suck me dry? Would a nice guy fantasize about bending you over one of those tables and taking you from behind? Would a nice guy plan on making you so crazy with lust, you’d forget, wouldn’t care, that Christopher is due to walk through the front door any minute?”
She made a choking noise and swallowed hard. “No?” she asked rather than stated, her voice squeaking.
He released his grip on her neck and caressed her hair, relishing her stunned expression.
“You can call me a lot of names, but nice is not one of them.” He continued to run his fingers through her pink hair. “I’m not sensitive. What I am is a man who is attracted to you, and I will do whatever I need, other than lie, to get you to sleep with me—although I wouldn’t count on getting much sleep in my bed. I want to make your eyes glaze over with lust and taste your climax in my mouth.”
She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. “And when I leave?”
“We’ll say goodbye.” He traced her now glistening bottom lip with his thumb. “No regrets, no recriminations, no ugly emotions getting in the way. We’re good together. I enjoy the hell out of arguing with you and enjoy shutting you up even more. What do you say?”
She stared into his eyes then smiled. “Sure. I’ll move in.”
His cock pushed uncomfortably against the fly of his jeans. He couldn’t wait to get her home. Good thing he brought his Mustang this morning.
She continued, “But I will not, under any circumstances, have sex with you.”
CHAPTER 8
She never told her love,
but let
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