Page 61 of Without Apology

“That was a poor impression of me. And I was simply trying to make certain you understand—”

I arched a brow and cut him off. “Did sex make me stupid? Do you think I’m less qualified for the CFO position today then I was yesterday?”

“Of course not.”

“Then why do you think it’s okay for you to treat me as if I am?”

He opened his mouth, closed it, and then appeared to struggle to find the words. “It wasn’t my intention. In my defense, I was trying to avoid giving mixed signals after what happened.”

“You mean signals such as getting a limo so we could have the privacy for you to fuck me across the country? Those types of mixed signals?”

“I—” He raked his hand through his hair. Then he started to laugh. It was the type of carefree sound that reminded me of the side of Simon I hoped to share the limo with instead of the stuffy one who had threatened to take over.

“What’s so funny?”

He moved quickly on top of me, spreading me out on the bench seat, his body pressed to mine. His hands framed my face while his gaze held mine. “You. I may have Tom do your actual interview to make him sweat it. You know how to keep a man on his toes for sure.”

I grinned. “I like it. Now, are you ready to stop treating me as if I don’t understand professional boundaries or that I’m not aware of what this is?”

He frowned. “What is it?”

“A good time with an expiration date, together with the complication of staying discreet because of work. Maybe we could fool ourselves into thinking it’s something beyond that if I was the type who could fly to meet you somewhere or if you were the type who didn’t spend ninety-nine percent of his time working, but we won’t. Instead, we’ll simply enjoy the time we do have.”

His stare burned into mine for the longest time before he took my lips in a scorching kiss. Then he pulled away as suddenly as he’d started. After straightening out his suit and sitting back on the bench, he extended a hand to help me sit up.

Huh. Not where I thought we’d been heading. But he had a smirk on his face.

“It occurs to me I need to try a different type of interview technique with you Ms. Waters.” His mischievousness was apparent in his expression.

“Do tell.”

“Very well. So, tell me, how do you feel about masturbation?”

My heart rate doubled instantly. Huh. Brexy had a playful side. Excellent. I tried to keep my face serious for a moment. “Well, I’m self-taught as most probably are, with years of experience and a secret Tumblr account that assists when needed. In other words, I’m a big fan.”

I couldn’t believe I’d confided about my Tumblr habit. Then again, this was the first man I’d met who I knew wouldn’t judge. Instead, desire was evident in the way he had to shift in his seat.

“Would you say you’re more of a manual kind of girl, or do you prefer automation when available?”

I was getting aroused by his words and the game we were playing. “I’ve always felt it’s important to start with the manual way of doing things before switching to automatic. Gives a greater appreciation for the task at hand. Literally.”

He ducked his head but not before I glimpsed his teeth flashing in a hidden smile.

“I could demonstrate if you’d like.” I’d raised the stakes and could see the lust clouding his expression.

“By all means. I’d love to see an example of your work.”

I moved to the opposing seat to give him a better view and peeled down my yoga pants to my knees. I left the thong where it was, merely sliding it to the side. Reaching down, I circled two fingers on my clit and then watched as he moved closer. Eyes on the prize.

“Do you prefer it hard and fast or slow and sensual?”

I wasn’t sure if he was referring to the two times we’d had sex or my fingers, but I answered honestly for either. “Both.”

He inhaled a breath. “Fuck. I can smell your arousal.”

“Feel free to help me with my demonstration if I’m not doing it quite up to your standards, Mr. Granger.”

He moved in front of me, on his knees, his face level with my pussy but still inches away. “I should not be so turned on by the way you say my surname but I am.”

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