Page 68 of Winning Bid

She leans over. “What about it?”

“No more light means the cleaners left.”

“Wait—you knew they weren’t in there, and you made me think we would get caught … ?”

I smirk down at her as she rights her clothing. “I did. And you came so fucking hard I thought you might rip my dick off with your pussy.”

It’s still dark inside, but I’m sure she’s blushing. “Well, what do you plan to do about your mess on the trunk?”

“Not a damn thing.”

“Anderson—"

“Let’s get out of here.”

She blows out a breath, glancing at what I’d done. “Yeah. You know what? Fuck Andre.” She leans up for a kiss. “But if you ever again make me think we’re going to get caught fucking, and you know better, I’m cutting you off.”

I laugh. “It’s a deal.” I’m a lawyer. Every deal is negotiable.

35

JUNE

When we finally make it home, all the tension drains as he closes the door. I press my face to his shirt, breathing him in before I kiss him. “That was?—"

“Terrible of me?” he asks, smirking.

“Something like that.”

He wraps his arms around me. “Don’t pretend you didn’t love it.”

Just then, my stomach growls at us, and my head falls against his chest to hide my face from the embarrassment. “Um, I think I need to eat.”

“Chinese?”

“You want to cook?”

“Hell no. I want delivery.”

“Oh, thank god.” I nod vigorously. “I need dumplings with a side of dumplings.”

“On it,” he says, pulling out his phone to order. When he chooses from the healthy menu, I wonder if I should get something better for me than dumplings. Before I tell him to change mine to chicken and broccoli, he adds half a dozen egg rolls and chicken wings. I glance up at him with maybe a little judgment in my eyes, to which he responds, “I worked hard today. I earned it.”

“No argument here.”

We change into our jammies and settle on the couch while waiting for the delivery. To my surprise, he takes my feet onto his lap and rubs them. It should not feel as good as it does. His thumb coasts up my arch, and my eyes flutter back in my head as I moan.

Anderson teases, “Bet you were making that face in the utility closet.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

“So, about that?—"

“More rubbing, less talking.”

He snorts a laugh and digs in, causing me to groan. “Did you enjoy the anal play again, or were you too tense for it? You seemed … tighter. All over.”

My face heats up. I’m still not sure about that stuff. “It was good. Just, given the circumstances, I wasn’t exactly prepared for that. And next time, actual lube.”

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