Page 27 of Tempting Me

“Are we still talking about the remodel?” I ask.

She mirrors my stance.

“What else would we be talking about?”

“Well, by the smirk on your face, I’d say right now we're talking about the size of a dick, Shay.”

I expect my blunt comment to put her off her game, but it does the complete opposite.

She laughs.

She laughs so hard she snorts.

I’d smile if this weren’t a topic I’d dreamed of arguing and winning with a woman someday.

“Okay, I’ll bite.” She grins. “Ten inches for the rebuild doesn’t seem like that big of a deal, but ten inches in bed, preferred.”

Her gaze meets mine with another challenge.

My next words are important. They’ll be the basis of the entire argument. An argument that isn’t going to get very far because, is she fucking serious right now?

“You want a ten-inch cock, Shay, I’ll get you a ten-inch cock.”

I grab my phone and open the internet.

“What are you doing?” She tries to peek at my screen. “Aww, that’s cute. You have to order me one because yours is too small.”

The hand with the phone drops to my side as I turn to face her. I rush forward, so close that she has no choice but to back up until her backside hits the wall. She sucks in a breath when my body presses into hers. The smell of sawdust and cherries consumes me as I lean into her. I position myself so close that our noses touch, and the moment my eyes see the need and want that fills her dark eyes, there is no controlling the words that fall from my lips.

“If you want to know how big my cock is, Shay, all you have to do is ask. It might not be ten inches, but it’ll make you feel so fucking full that you won’t just be screaming my name when your pussy shatters around it, you’ll be begging me for more.”

Her lips part as she sucks in a breath, and I swear to god, her hips move forward to brush against mine. She closes her eyes for a millisecond. Long enough for me to quickly run through the consequences of kissing her right now.

But before I can think too hard about it, her eyes pop open and she pushes me back.

“Well, now that you’ve got the correct measurements, I take it this means we can get started with actual work, right?”

She steps around me and crosses her arms as she looks around the room. At what, I'm not sure. She’s looking everywhere but at me, which is fair.

I might have just crossed a line by stepping into her space. If she calls me out on it, I won’t argue.

“Yeah, we can get to work.”

For the next hour, we confirm plans on this room specifically,and we agree on what I should plan to bring with me tomorrow night.

When I leave, it’s just around eleven. Not as late as I expected, but still much later than I usually work.

I back out of the parking lot, and just as I turn the wheel to drive away, I catch sight of Shay walking down the road to her house.

I know it’s not far, and I shouldn't give a shit after the way we treat each other, but I still wait, watching until she reaches her front door.

After all, I might say inappropriate things and I argue with her nonstop, but at the end of the day, I’m nothing but a gentleman.

I chuckle.

I'd love to hear Shay’s reaction to that.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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