Page 28 of The Fireman and the Flirt

One huge, welcoming mattress stood between us.

“Yep. It is a very large bed,” I said. My heart rate chirped up. I struggled to keep cool. Why did my mind always have to find its way to sex around Derek? Why couldn’t I think about grocery lists or the impending doom of climate change like normal people?

“It seems comically large for this room.”

“It does.” It was meant for a large, strong man…and a slender man that the large man could play with.

“It makes you wonder what the owners were thinking, why they needed such a big bed.” Derek scratched the back of his neck. Did I detect the slightest hints of blush on the tops of his cheeks?

“Maybe they had big guests?”

“It’s definitely big enough for two people.” His lips curled up into a mischievous grin that got my blood pumping, a grin I hadn’t seen since he was fucking around with his friends in the halls of South Rock High.

“For sleeping,” I said, breath heavy in my chest.

“Or other things.”

Other things.

“The room has a closet.” I half-heartedly waved to it. Three dull hangers clanked in the center.

The bed was getting larger, expanding out, a black hole sucking everything into its vortex. I should not be thinking about holes and sucking…

“And you can put whatever you want in here. This room doesn’t have to have a bed, especially a bed this big. You can put a desk in here, or turn it into a TV room with a couch.”

Derek rested a knee on the bed, and it squeaked back. This mattress was unapologetically loud, cutting through the thick silence between us. How loud would the mattress get if Derek was full-throttled fucking me?

Commission, not coming.

Derek isn’t sexy. That’s just the nostalgia talking.

Shut up, brain. You know that’s not true.

“Have you ever…” He raised a curious eyebrow my way.

“Uh huh?”

There was that mischievous grin again making my dick stand at attention.

“Done it in a house you were showing?”

I felt red all over my body. Sometimes, talking about sex was hotter than having sex.

“No,” I said simply, the word barely coming out.

“That would be wrong.”

“Yes. We’re not supposed to damage any properties we show.”

“You would damage property?” He raised an eyebrow, his grin getting bigger. “Cary’s got a wild side.”

“Damage is a—is a broad word. Let’s go look at the main bedroom. It has an upholstered window seat.”

“You ever thought about it?” Derek’s crystal blue eyes pinned me in place, clouding everything I thought I knew about him. I didn’t know if he was flirting with me, blatantly hitting on me, asking genuine questions, or if I’d died and was actually in purgatory.

“N—no. That’s a little too…I’m too much of a good girl to try something like that.”

But good girls also needed to be spanked, right?

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