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But she knew what she wanted to do, and while a voice at the back of her head was telling her that this wasn’t a great idea, it seemed very far away now.Couldn’t she just take what she wanted?Surely, giving in to this one small impulse wouldn’t lead to disaster.
She took a bracing sip of hot buttered rum before setting down the half-empty mug and walking toward the recliner.She didn’t let herself meet Everett’s gaze until she got there, and when she did…
He was looking at her with confusion and hope.
“You weren’t wrong,” she said, at last able to speak.“Put down your drink.”
Once he did, she sat on his lap and straddled him.Wanting to be very clear about what he could do, she grabbed one of his hands—still warm from the drink—and placed it on her ass.Then she dropped her lips to his.
He responded immediately.Softly at first, as though feeling her out, as though still struggling to believe this was happening.But after a few strokes, he became almost savage, his lips greedy and demanding.It was such a contrast to his usual demeanor, and she loved it.
When he pulled back, she whimpered.She actuallywhimpered.It was a most distressing sound, but even more distressing was the fact that he was no longer kissing her.She was desperate to feel that connection again.
He chuckled as he took off his glasses and set them next to his mug.There was something filthy and knowing about that chuckle.
She liked how he looked with his glasses, but she also liked how he looked without them.Though perhaps it was what their removal signified more than anything else.
He intended to kiss the shit out of her.
She dropped her mouth once more.She kissed him urgently, and he met her stroke for stroke.He kept his hand firmly on his ass.
Then she pressed her hips against him, and he twisted his head away and groaned.
She experienced an unfamiliar sense of triumph.Ridiculous, but there it was.To think that this man could have such a reaction to her!
She slipped one hand under his flannel shirt and T-shirt and rubbed the warmth of his back.Her other hand drifted to his belly.She wanted to touch every inch of him, and she loved that there was lots to touch.
His mouth moved downward to her neck.She tipped her head back as his beard abraded her sensitive skin, and she ground herself against his erection.Her hands gripped his meaty arms.
Yes.This was good.This was real.This was…
“You’re so fucking hot,” he said.
She froze, his words pulling her out of her lust-filled haze.
It wasn’t because she didn’t think she was hot.
It wasn’t because this was the first time she’d heard Everett swear.
And it wasn’t because she couldn’t accept compliments.When someone complimented Nora on her work, for example?She believed them.If Aimee or Brianna told her something nice?She didn’t doubt their words.
But the last time a man had easily handed out compliments, he’d been using her.He’d conned her out of a few thousand dollars, saying he needed help caring for his sick mother.He’d promised to pay her back soon.Having recently lost her own mother, she’d been in a vulnerable place, and she hadn’t thought to question it.Sure, many things were covered by provincial healthcare, but there could easily be other expenses.
After he had the money, she’d never heard from him again, even though she’d talked to him every day for weeks.They’d met in person a few times, too, and everything had been great—or so she’d thought.
Later, she wondered if he’d hoped to get more out of her, if he’d thought she was richer than she actually was.
“Nora?”Everett’s voice sounded far away.His hands were no longer touching her; he was gripping the arms of the recliner.“Are you okay?”
“I…” She scrambled up from his lap.“Yeah.I’m fine.I just…you know…I’m not sure about this.”She gestured between them.“Not because you did anything wrong, but I…”
He scrubbed a hand over his face and put his glasses back on.That broke her.He didn’t deserve this, except what did she know?Maybe he did.She’d heard of men who were lovely partners, only to show their true colors months—or years—later.In some respects, she’d been lucky; what happened with Samuel could have been much worse.
She drained the rest of her drink.It was more like lukewarm buttered rum now, but she wasn’t going to let it go to waste.
“I’m sorry,” she said, thinking back to several minutes ago, when he’d uttered the same words.“I’m sorry.”
Then she grabbed Dino and ran out the door.
