Page 16 of The Bad Boy's Good Girl

“Yeah. Give me a few minutes and we’ll go again. Or we can get that steak.”

She smiled and licked his bottom lip, slowly.

They never did get around to having that steak. Maybe next time.

* * *

I had sex with Bronx. Again. And again.And that wasn’t even the problem. Well, it was a huge part of the problem but the real issue was that it had been amazing. Fantastic. Incredible. She had never felt so much pleasure in her entire life and her body was deliciously sore. She didn’t know how they’d gotten here, sharing a bed for the past three days. Making love all night long after long days spent at the alphabet agencies, drumming up business. And the pleasure he gave her body had her heart all confused, wanting more than it should.

“Sweetheart, that is entirely too much thinking before the sun has even woken up for the day.” Bronx’s arm tightened around her waist and pulled her against his hard chest and even harder erection.

“What makes you think that I’m thinking about anything?” He didn’t need to know what was on her mind.

“Because the smell of the smoke coming off your brain is what woke me up.” His lips touched her neck and she shivered. His mouth was a wonder of the world.

She could go for a half truth though. “I was just thinking that I need a long soak for these sore muscles.” Though the way his erection was slowly sliding between her thighs nudging against her opening, told her she’d be more than sore before they got their day started.

“I have just the thing you need,” he told her and slid deep, giving her two more orgasms over the next hour.

“Damn, I hate to admit it when you’re right.” She laughed, loving the way his body felt wrapped around hers, deep in hers. But she needed to remember that this was a lost week, not real life. He wanted her in his bed and this allowed him to make her a weekly without embarrassing her. “I need to hit the shower,” she told him even though her thoughts were the bucket of cold water she needed to get her head on straight.

“I’ll join you, in case you need your back washed.” He flashed a sexy grin she found hard to resist. “And you can tell me about that tattoo. I don’t remember seeing it on Halloween.”

“It’s new and no can do lover boy, we have an early morning meeting with another agency and you need to be prepared.” She’d set this up yesterday while he was on the phone with Brooks giving him an update.

“What agency?” She told him and his eyes grew wide. “How in the hell did that happen?”

She shrugged with a satisfied smile. “General Howard set it up for us.”

“Hot damn Nola, that’s fucking great!” He jumped off the bed, giving her the perfect view of his thick muscular body and that quote running the length of his oblique muscles. Powerful thighs bunched and flexed as he closed the gap between them, magnificent cock standing at attention and hugged her so hard she knew he’d be joining her in the shower after all. “Damn, this week has been incredible.”

She couldn’t agree more but she’d made herself a promise right there in his arms. She would not get carried away with thoughts of her and Bronx being more than this week. She would enjoy every moment, explore the depths of sexual pleasure with a master and then get back to her regularly scheduled life. “Sure has. But now we need to get a move on.” The meeting was scheduled for seven o’clock at some restaurant that didn’t open until noon. She thought it strange but refused to comment on it because this contract would push Brooks and Bronx into the major big leagues.

He slanted his mouth across hers, a long hot kiss that made her body feel more than it should. Made her heart stop and turn over before it began to race like crazy. “Later though, you’re all mine Nola.”

The fact that those words did something strange to her heart told her she was in trouble. Bronx wasn’t a long term bet, he didn’t even keep a woman for longer than a week and she was not the type of woman he normally chose. She couldn’t go thinking about them being together in California because it wouldn’t happen. It would just be another let down and after losing Grammie she couldn’t face another big disappointment.

So she put her big girl panties on, straightened her back and got them to the meeting with a few minutes to spare.

I can do this. I can enjoy this week and not have it mean anything.

At least she hoped so.

* * *

Bronx’s body still buzzed with the hum of leftover lust. Residual desire from the past ten hours. After a lavish celebratory dinner at Bourbon Steak where he’d spent too much time laughing and getting to know Nola, he’d taken her back to the suite and made love, no had sex with her on and off until the sun came up. The woman was as hungry and insatiable as him and that had been a thrilling discovery. He’d held her curves in all manner of ways as he thrust into her, filling her mouth, her slit with his aching cock.

Even now his body heated, pulsed with the need to have her again. To fill her up and tremble at the way she tightened around him, the way her short nails scraped down his back as he thrust into her. Dammit, this has to stop! He shouldn’t be reliving last night or the past damn week. They were headed back home, back to the real world where they would resume their normal roles. Her as Brooks’ steadfast assistant and him as, well the other brother.

And that’s why he beckoned the busty flight attendant waiting patiently to see to their needs and asked for a double shot of whiskey. He needed to talk to Nola before they landed. Before things got weird. “Nola, we need to talk.”

She looked up from her spot on the sofa on the other side of the aisle, legs tucked under her, e-reader clenched in her hand. “About?”

“We’ve had fun this week. A lot of it, don’t you agree?”

She nodded but he could see the slight change in her posture. “I do and I know what you’re about to say and I agree. This was…a lost week. Not real life and I know that.” Her green gaze turned towards the window before sliding back to him. “Don’t worry, Bronx, I’m not expecting anything from you. We had fun and now it’s over. I got it. Was there anything else?”

Dumbstruck, he shook his head. “No, that’s it.” She went back to her e-reader and he just stared at her. She didn’t seem out of sorts, disappointed or upset in any way and for some reason that confused him. Hell, it pissed him off is what it did. And the fact that he felt anything other than relief also pissed him off. They were on the same page and that was a good thing since they worked together. Despite what everyone thought, Bronx did dip his dick in the office ink. It got messy and it left too much potential for lawsuits.

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