Page 24 of Taming the Bear
“Uh, you mean… share the same bed?”
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to go to sleep with her that night. When I got home, I had to handle some business and Chantal went straight to the room. I’m pissed as shit that Fang and The Indians are choosing right now to be assholes.
Chantal
I think I’m beginning to make head way. A lot of his brothers, or whatever they are called, don’t have spyware hooked up so it makes it easy for me to hack their shit.
I have successfully filtered three bugs into the computers of everyone inside of the clubhouse. The three buys will help me map out who is doing what and why.
Every time something goes so well, it makes me nervous. That was too easy and it’s scaring the shit out of me.
Each of my trojans that I have released through cyberspace should be hitting their computers any moment now. I cross my hands in front of my chest and sigh. This is my favorite part about hacking. The thrill of getting what I want from it. It’s an amazing feeling when everything goes as I planned it.
Bing! Bing! Bing!
My computer begins singing me the song of successful hacking into the computers. Joe runs out of the bathroom wearing just a towel and my eyes drop immediately to his barely concealed dick.
“What’s going on?” He demands and begins to breathe hard.
“Nothing. Just doing my job that you hired me for!” I snap at him and then stick my chin in the air to show that I’m being defiant. “Can you, like, put on a shirt?”
Since that kiss that he gave me earlier today, he has been on my mind and I can’t stop thinking about his lips. They were plush, soft and hard all at the same time.
Joe smirks a cocky smile and runs his hand down his bare chest. His chest has tattoos over every inch of skin and there is not one inch not covered. His nipples are pierced with little silver barbells through them and my teeth clench at the thought of putting them in my mouth to yank. “What’s wrong, baby? Don’t like it?”
Fuck!
“Just… Ugh. We need boundaries or something? We need to have a line between us that we can’t cross. I’m here to do a job not share a fantastic kiss with you!”
“You think it was that good?” He asks as he walks closer to me. The closer he gets to me, the more defined the outline of his dick is. God damn it!
Did he not think it was good? Oh, god… What if I have like fish lips or something?
I roll my eyes and try to think of something to say but I can’t come up with nothing. I stubbornly slam my my computer lid down and stand up to go towards the bed. I grab my pillow that was on the floor and then look around for somewhere to sleep.
“What are you looking for?” He asks me and turns his back so he can change. When he bends down to get into his drawer, I can see his sac dangling in the breeze.
My eyes widen as I stare at him and I can’t even look away if I try. From here, I can also see the underside of his shaft and it’s looking like he’s a show-er.
“Chantal?” He asks when he stands up and totally catches me eyeballing his dick. Joe’s eyes widen and he smiles at me knowingly. “You like what you see?”
“Where do I sleep?” I ask him totally avoiding looking at him. If I look at him, he’s like Medusa. I turn to stone and I need to be in control of myself around him.
When he wasn’t here, I totally slept on his side of the bed and I loved the smell of his manly scent. I wrapped myself in the blankets and stuffed my nose into his pillow just so I could feel closer to him. Yeah, I totally sound like a stalker.
A man like Joe Montague, would destroy a girl like me and it’s bad enough that things are getting blurry. To him, I’m probably a fun toy that he can flirt with and pay to do his job and I’m not going to fall for it.
Joe smiles and then points towards his bed. “You sleep there.”
I look at the queen sized bed and then down to my pillow but when I look up I can see that he’s thinking really hard about something. “Where do you sleep?” I ask him.
He points to his bed again and nods toward it. “With you. You’re my girl now, Chantal.”
“I’m not going to pretend to know what that means,” I huff and go towards the bed. “The sheets better be clean!” I say with sass. For some reason when I was wrapped up in his sheets before, I didn’t even think about them being clean.
Shit. Am I going to get like a staph infection now?
“I do love a sassy girl. Just remember that sassy girls get spanked.”
