Page 47 of The Player in New Zealand
“Maybe it’s because of the situation with Devon, but I like to be straightforward about these things. And if a guy can’t talk openly about sex, then he’s not worth sleeping with. I like sex. It’s worth the effort.”
“I agree,” he said, smile still in place.
“Also, I didn’t sleep well last night because I couldn’t get off and that’s all your fault.”
Tane, to his credit, didn’t seem too perturbed by my confession, but he looked thoughtful, driving with both hands casually on the steering wheel.
“You couldn’t get off last night?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course that’s what you focus on.”
He shot me a look. “We’ll get to the rest. Why couldn’t you get off last night?”
“Excuse me, sir, didyouget off last night?”
“Yes.”
Annnnnddd now my brain was stuttering over Tane jerking himself off.
“Claire.” He snapped a finger, and I refocused my eyes.
“I didn’t get off last night because I didn’t bring any toys with me here. I can’t get off on my fingers, unfortunately.” I rolled my eyes. “Bodies are complicated.”
“How do you get off?” Tane asked.
“I feel like we’re getting distracted.”
He smirked. “Fine, but we’ll circle back to that. I promise I won’t leave you unsatisfied again.”
Yes, please and thank you. “That’s a good promise.” I grinned at him.
His smile slowly drooped, though. “And you don’t want to date me. Got it. So you’re looking for, like, friends with benefits? Or just the one night?”
I thought back to two days prior, Tane calling himself a “fat fucker who drinks too much” while mourning the loss of his rugby career.
“I would totally date you,” I said. “Honest as the day is long, I would date you. But there’re a lot of reasons not to.”
He took a deep breath in and out. “Right, like the fact that I’m technically your boss and you’re leaving soon.”
“Eh...” I said, shrugging. “I think it’s a bit late for that concern.”
He grinned and this one hung on a bit longer. Until it started to smolder. “That means that tonight...”
A flutter of anticipation settled in my belly. “Tonight you’re promising me orgasms.”
“And now you have to tell me how you like to get off so I can fulfill said promise.”
Tane’s eyes were on the road, but I could feel his full, undivided attention. “It’s actually pretty easy with a partner. Penetration usually works.”
The grin Tane gave me now was full of promise. Weight settled down low in my body and I squeezed my thighs together.
Tane shifted in his seat. “Penetration. Hmmm.” His gaze turned inward and I could practically see the porno in his brain.
I got lost in my own thoughts too until my phone dinged.
I looked down and read the text from Iris and smiled.
Iris: No. I might have a stack of photos somewhere. Just say the word and I’ll go Martha Stewart on that shit and make you a photo album.
