Page 35 of Sinful Negotiations

Chapter 30

“Fishing? You want to go fishing?” Tessa asked incredulously. She imagined a day in the bed, or a picnic in the woods…naked…or wine under the starlight cuddled by a bonfire. Anything but fishing. She hadn’t been since she was a kid.

The spark in Aidan’s eyes set her blood pounding through her veins, so fishing it would be. After the renegotiation, how could she say no? They ventured into unfamiliar territory.

Honestly, she couldn’t ever say no to him. While he gathered supplies from the shed off the back porch, a sense of dread filled her spirit. “This is going to end in disaster,” she whispered, but his bright smile, when he turned around with two poles in his hand, caused her to forget the worry, forget the agents in the woods, and forget she didn’t even know this man’s real name.

She might never recover from her time with him and spend her days drunk on red wine and memories, but she would enjoy it while it lasted. She would love him as long as he let her. Was she pathetic? Asking for heartbreak? Maybe. Aidan was well worth it. Tessa chuckled to herself and trudged behind him on the winding trail leading to the lake.

“Something funny?”

“Admiring the view,” she nonchalantly answered.

“You know, I could bend you over a stump, and give everyone a real show.”

“You’re such a tease. Never tempt wild animals in the woods. It’s the first rule in the forest, you know.”

Aidan tossed his head back with deep, male, testosterone-laced, sexy laughter. “Are you flirting with me, Ms. James?”

“Damn straight.”

When he whipped around, dropping the poles and tackle box, she grinned. “Careful old man. You’ll trip and hurt yourself, or get dizzy, roll down the hill, and fall in the lake.” Tessa blewon her nails before crossing her arms. “Then I’d be forced to drive your motorcycle home, and you’d be my bitch.”

Aidan chuckled at her teasing remarks. “I call bullshit. You couldn’t drive it if you wanted.”

“Want to bet on that? I had a Dirt Bike when I was in my teens. I used to ride with my uncle.”

“You on a motorcycle? That’s damn hot.”

“I might have a little trouble with thesize.” Tessa chuckled at her own emphatic teasing but continued her taunt. “Size matters you know. Of course, when discussing what a woman can manage between her legs.” When his jaw dropped, she slid around him, brushing against the front of his body, intending to assume the lead on the trail. “Don’t worry, Aidan. Your motorcycle is big enough.”

The wicked glint in his eye and swift smack to her ass caused her to chuckle, until he snaked an arm around her waist, jerked her close, and crushed his mouth over hers. When he finally released her, she gazed into his handsome face, noticing the length of his dark lashes, the winged eyebrows, and fullness of his mouth. A sigh escaped. She was so over her head with him.

“Never tease a man about the size of his motorcycle. As a matter a fact, I think I’m going to bend you over my motorcycle to prove a point.”

Her lips firmed to keep from chuckling. “And what point is that?”

“That you will come on my dick anywhere, anytime. It would be a dream to see you reclined against the handlebars while I finger and taste all that delicious cream, especially knowing five others watched.”

Tessa gulped before she could answer. “And miss our fishing expedition?”

His smile and the way his eyes slowly lowered to her mouth caused tingles to fire everywhere. And the bulge pressing into her groin…

“Turn around, Tessa, and lower those pants before I rip them from your body, and you ridemy motorcyclehome naked.”

“I’m not having sex out here with everyone watching.”

When he squeezed her ass, she almost spontaneously combusted.

“They aren’t watching us. They are watching the area around us, who comes in, who leaves, and who is dumb enough to stop.”

With nervous fingers, she unsnapped her jeans, turned around, shimmied them along her legs, and bent over with one hand braced against a tree.

“No panties?”

She glanced over her shoulder at the huskily spoken question. “You ruined them.”

“You’ll need lube to keep you from chafing in those jeans then.”

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