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Very methodical.
I shrugged to myself and looked back down at my phone. It was after six, I was definitely off the clock, and I’d taken care of everything I really needed to do today.
“Naomi,” I heard Clint said quietly.
I jumped and quickly put my phone down. Had he said my name a few times? He was definitely smirking at me.
“Yes!” I said, “Yes, sorry. That’s the worst game.”
“Catching up on work?” he asked, a half-smile on his face.
“I caught up, you were still reading,” I said at once.
“Well, nothing was too terrible, I did sign everything that you wanted,” he said.
“Thank you, I really appreciate your cooperation” I said.
I waited a long minute before I spoke again. It didn’t look like Clint would, he simply watched me, that small smile still on his handsome mouth.
“Okay, I don’t know what to do here,” I said. I picked up my phone and started turning it over again and again in my hands.
Clint raised his eyebrows, seeming totally at his ease. Ugh. How could he be that calm?
“Normally, I’d be standing up, shaking your hand, and heading off home, but normally, I’ve not kissed the ranch owner I’m dealing with,” I said, “So, what are we doing here?”
“You’re not a subtle one, are you?” he asked.
“Nope,” I said, firmly.
“There are no ropes in my office,” he said.
“Sorry? What does that have to do with anything?” I asked.
“Brandon was trying to get us alone, and I could have told him where to shove it and taken you there, to work like professionals,” he said.
“Oh,” I murmured, hope rising in my chest.
“I’ve never brought an inspector, salesman, or lawyer into my kitchen,” he said, “Just to be clear. You’re the first.”
“I’ve never kissed a client in a barn,” I said.
“Outside a barn?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes.
“You’re the first,” I said.
“Glad to hear it,” he said, “I like you, Naomi.”
Wow. It had been a long time since any man had said something kind or flattering to me, and I found myself blushing at Clint’s matter-of-fact words.
“I like you,” I said.
He reached over and plucked the phone out of my hands.
“You’re going to shake that poor thing to death,” he said.
“It’s not alive,” I protested.
“Naomi,” he said, softly. He was staring at me intently now, and I squirmed at the heat in his gaze.
“Yes?” I asked.
He took my hand and pulled me closer to him, until our faces were a hand’s width apart.
“Do you still want me?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” I began, but I was cut off by his mouth sealing itself to mine.
The kiss was long and tender. My eyelids fluttered shut and I leaned into his touch, melting at the sweetness.
The next kiss was deeper and more passionate, his tongue questing between my lips and plundering my mouth.
I lost track of the kisses after that, but finally, I couldn’t stand not touching him any more and I pulled back, breaking our embrace.
He looked at me as I stood up, and smiled as I closed the distance between us and straddled his lap, so that I could kiss him and feel his broad chest against me.
I don't know how long we spent pushing the limit of that kitchen chair.
His chest against mine felt as strong, hot, and firm as I'd remembered, and I tried to resist the urge to rub myself against him like a cat, just enjoying the feel of his body against mine.
Occasionally when I squirmed on his lap, he groaned into my mouth, and I'd grin and repeat the motion. After a few rounds of that, he grabbed my hips in his broad hands and pulled me close against him, holding me still.
It didn't stop me from rocking back and forth against his jeans, feeling his body respond to mine, both of us full of hot need.
I loved the feeling of his
Very methodical.
I shrugged to myself and looked back down at my phone. It was after six, I was definitely off the clock, and I’d taken care of everything I really needed to do today.
“Naomi,” I heard Clint said quietly.
I jumped and quickly put my phone down. Had he said my name a few times? He was definitely smirking at me.
“Yes!” I said, “Yes, sorry. That’s the worst game.”
“Catching up on work?” he asked, a half-smile on his face.
“I caught up, you were still reading,” I said at once.
“Well, nothing was too terrible, I did sign everything that you wanted,” he said.
“Thank you, I really appreciate your cooperation” I said.
I waited a long minute before I spoke again. It didn’t look like Clint would, he simply watched me, that small smile still on his handsome mouth.
“Okay, I don’t know what to do here,” I said. I picked up my phone and started turning it over again and again in my hands.
Clint raised his eyebrows, seeming totally at his ease. Ugh. How could he be that calm?
“Normally, I’d be standing up, shaking your hand, and heading off home, but normally, I’ve not kissed the ranch owner I’m dealing with,” I said, “So, what are we doing here?”
“You’re not a subtle one, are you?” he asked.
“Nope,” I said, firmly.
“There are no ropes in my office,” he said.
“Sorry? What does that have to do with anything?” I asked.
“Brandon was trying to get us alone, and I could have told him where to shove it and taken you there, to work like professionals,” he said.
“Oh,” I murmured, hope rising in my chest.
“I’ve never brought an inspector, salesman, or lawyer into my kitchen,” he said, “Just to be clear. You’re the first.”
“I’ve never kissed a client in a barn,” I said.
“Outside a barn?” he asked.
I rolled my eyes.
“You’re the first,” I said.
“Glad to hear it,” he said, “I like you, Naomi.”
Wow. It had been a long time since any man had said something kind or flattering to me, and I found myself blushing at Clint’s matter-of-fact words.
“I like you,” I said.
He reached over and plucked the phone out of my hands.
“You’re going to shake that poor thing to death,” he said.
“It’s not alive,” I protested.
“Naomi,” he said, softly. He was staring at me intently now, and I squirmed at the heat in his gaze.
“Yes?” I asked.
He took my hand and pulled me closer to him, until our faces were a hand’s width apart.
“Do you still want me?” he asked softly.
“Yes,” I began, but I was cut off by his mouth sealing itself to mine.
The kiss was long and tender. My eyelids fluttered shut and I leaned into his touch, melting at the sweetness.
The next kiss was deeper and more passionate, his tongue questing between my lips and plundering my mouth.
I lost track of the kisses after that, but finally, I couldn’t stand not touching him any more and I pulled back, breaking our embrace.
He looked at me as I stood up, and smiled as I closed the distance between us and straddled his lap, so that I could kiss him and feel his broad chest against me.
I don't know how long we spent pushing the limit of that kitchen chair.
His chest against mine felt as strong, hot, and firm as I'd remembered, and I tried to resist the urge to rub myself against him like a cat, just enjoying the feel of his body against mine.
Occasionally when I squirmed on his lap, he groaned into my mouth, and I'd grin and repeat the motion. After a few rounds of that, he grabbed my hips in his broad hands and pulled me close against him, holding me still.
It didn't stop me from rocking back and forth against his jeans, feeling his body respond to mine, both of us full of hot need.
I loved the feeling of his
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