Page 33 of The Back Forty
“Okay,” she says, finally catching her breath. “I’m not proud, but I’m not embarrassed either. It’s a skill. I jackhammer my pussy, I come super-fast, I move on with my night.”
That nearly kills me.
“But what about foreplay?” I ask, rolling to my side to face her. “The build-up? The tease? The edging?”
She meets my gaze, and something flickers in her eyes before she answers. “I told you. I’m impatient, Lawson. I don't need all that.”
Fuck me. My name shouldn’t sound that good coming from her lips when she's talking about getting herself off. She catches herself, like she realizes we’ve crossed into very, very dangerous territory, and clears her throat.
“Look, this was obviously a colossal mistake. You’re my boss, this is totally inappropriate, and I think we should just pretend like this is one of those things we learned about each other that we wish we hadn’t and then never mention it again. I have those for you too, you know.”
That stops me.
“Things you wish you didn’t know about me?” I arch a brow. “Really? Like what?”
She lifts her hand dramatically, like she’s about to tick off a list. And dammit, I’ve never been more intrigued to hear what she has to say.
Chapter 13 – Lawson
“You still don’t know how to do voice to text. I have so many random messages from you with tiny two second voice notes of you grunting or huffing and nothing more. You're pushing the recording button and releasing, not the speech to text button.”?
I laugh. “I accidentally hit that button sometimes but can’t figure out how to trash it once I do.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not that difficult. Also, you act like you hate the romance movies I watch on long flights, but I’ve caught you sneaking peeks over my shoulder multiple times when you thought I was asleep, and I noticed you got teary eyed during aWalk to Remember.”
I shake my head and smirk. “To be fair, Regan made me watch that movie when we were kids and I forgot just how depressing it was. I'm not sure I understand the appeal. I mean, the woman dies at the end.”
She pats my bicep teasingly. "That's because you weren't in middle school when it came out, and you didn't print photos of Shane West to tape to your red, math folder and smile at every day."
“You're right. I definitely did not do that."
"Okay, next thing. You never fold your clothing.”
“This is true. What’s the point when I’m just going to take them out and practically live out of a suitcase anyways?”
“Um, wrinkles exist, you know.”
I shrug. “Adds to the whole look I’m trying to achieve. I'm showing our clients that I'm a down-home, small town boy.”
She shakes her head and smiles. “Whatever you say, boss. Oh, and the way you floss, it’s fucking weird.”
I gasp dramatically. “How is the way I floss weird?”
“It’s like,” she motions with her hands back and forth aggressively like she’s working a table saw. “Like you don’t care about your gums. I don’t get how they aren’t bleeding when we hop off the plane.”
“I have to get in there. Crowded teeth.”
“Your teeth are perfectly straight, and you know it,” she rolls her eyes, and I want to call her out for giving me a compliment, but I also want her to keep going. She’s smiling and at ease now, and that makes me smile.
“You sneeze like a dad.”
I put up a hand. “Well, I am one.”
“I know,Daddy, but your sneezes are full body and honestly the first time I heard it, I peed myself a little. It’s terrifying. Like you’re shouting with your sneeze. You’d think you’d try tocontain it, but you don’t, and every surface must be covered in your sneeze particles when you let one loose.”
I laugh harder at that. “I’ve been told that I have a scary sneeze.”
“I mean you should really work on toning it down. Hm, let’s see what else.” She taps her lips adorably and my eyes drop right there, mesmerized by how soft they look in the dim lighting. I can’t remember the last time I was this close to them. She has a little freckle right next to the right corner, and I zone in on it, wondering how she’d react if I kissed right here. "Cookies," she finishes.
