Page 57 of Nothing to Deny

Moving in closer, she dragged her thumbnails down his hips to tuck them under the elastic of his underwear.

The slight narrowing of one of his eyes betrayed his curiosity. “It’s beautiful… you’re beautiful…” He inhaled. “You remember you’re the one with the rules, right, Lil’? If you want to join me in the shower…”

“You have no integrity,” she whispered with mock outrage.

Dropping to the floor, she pulled down his boxer-briefs as she went.

What she revealed was more than ample, it was intimidating. Kneeling in front of him, her eyes trained to hismember, it grew and thickened by the second. Shit, it was a rush, exhilarating, to be capable of influencing him this way.

“If you want to play with it…”

His voice startled her into blinking up. How long had she been crouched there gawping at him? Not that he seemed to mind. If there was any man with the wares to justify being cocky, this one was top of the list.

“I will,” she said, rising slowly, her lower lip just grazing his dick as she returned to full height. Not so cocky now, huh? “When you’re giving it up for free.”

“This is a complimentary date.”

Opening her hands on his bare chest, her mouth tasted him. “Are you saying you’re donating your time? The agency doesn’t compensate you?”

“Well, yeah, they do, but I—”

“I don’t care who’s compensating you. I don’t want you inside me when you’re on the clock.”

Bowing lower, he breathed just above her mouth. “You think I wouldn’t fuck my girl for free?”

“Your girl?” she asked, aroused by the words he’d never said before.

“All mine… Take off the pretty dress, Little Skit.”

Unable to stop herself, her gaze devoured him again. “We’re late already,” she said, loathed to put space between them.

He laughed. “Baby, you snuck out on me today. We could’ve been in bed all afternoon.”

“To leave and have you come on a date with me… a paid date.”

“You requested me.”

She smirked. “Would you rather another man take me out?”

“No,” he said, barely allowing the complete question to hit the air before answering it. “No fucking way. Always request me.”

“Even if it means you don’t get laid at the end of the night?”

Walking toward the shower, he gave her an appreciated view of his magnificent ass. “That we’ll negotiate on, Little Skit. Put your butt in a seat.”

She’d rather admire his for as long as allowed. Just before going into the shower room, he turned, catching her drooling, but she didn’t even hide it.

Feigning innocence, she shrugged. “I’m allowed to look.”

Without slowing, he sauntered on, a drawl in his deep voice when he spoke. “You’re allowed to do a helluva lot more than that, Lil’.”

“Hound Dog!” she called after him.

He just waved and disappeared into a stall.

This was nuts.

This relationship was nuts.

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