Page 15 of Extra Tight

“Oh my god.” I cover my face with my hands and squeeze my thighs together.

The thought of him talking to my mom about my vagina nearly kills me, but his words are dirty and way hotter than they should be.

"I take my job seriously." I uncover my face and narrow my eyes.

"Job?"

"Responsibility?" he corrects, which is only marginally better. I’m about to tell him that my vagina is not his responsibility, but the server is almost at our table with our plates.

This time Archer doesn’t linger. He barely asks if we need anything else before he bolts. I don’t blame him. Nash is intense.

“Now,” he begins, “when we get back home?—”

“Not happening,” I cut him off. I can’t think about Nash giving me oral.

“Shall we call your mom and ask her about me taking care of you?”

“You wouldn't.”

Nash pulls out his phone and cocks his head to the side in a challenge. Every time I try to defy him, I’ve lost. I’m not willing to bet on this one.

It’s not that I want to hide what’s going on with me from my mom. What I don’t want to do is have to admit that every time she asked me about being interested in a guy that all along I was harboring a secret crush on Nash. This could ruin the happy family that my mom believes we have.

“Okay,” I whisper, and my shoulders sag in defeat.

“Goldie.” His hand comes out to rest over mine. “I want to do this.” I lift my head to meet his eyes as his thumb strokes the top of my hand. “I’ve already seen you naked. And I know that I’ll handle you with care.”

“Why?”

Nash is rich and crazy hot, so I’m sure women fall at his feet. The thought makes my stomach turn, and my dinner isn’t so appealing anymore. This can’t be about sex for him because he’s only going down on me. He’s not getting anything in return.

“As much as we fight, I care about you.” I suppose he does, but not in the way I wish he would. “Let me do this.” I swear there’s almost a plea in his tone.

“We need rules,” I finally say.

I have a problem that needs to be fixed. If anyone can get me worked up and turned on, it’s Nash. The man doesn’t have to be in the same room as me and he gets my body going.

“No rules,” he counters.

I can’t let things get out of hand. He’ll end up breaking my heart, and it’s not as though I can escape him after that damage is done. Nash is going to be in my life forever.

“What? Why not?”

“We do this my way,” he says, and I sigh.

“Nash—”

“You don’t understand your body.” He takes his time looking me up and down. “You think you don’t want certain things, but you actually do.”

“And you know my body and needs?” I scoff.

“When it comes to you, Goldie, I know every fucking thing.”

I swallow, thinking that might actually be the truth.

Chapter Ten

NASH

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