Page 75 of The Power Play

“Hm, I think I was promised an abundance of orgasms or something” She doesn’t look up, just continues washing and it almost looks like she’s jacking it off, which makes my very real cock start to stiffen at the visual.

“I don’t think that’s what I said exactly.”

“No? Dammit that must have been the dream then.” She shakes off the excess water before drying it and setting it on the counter with the others.

“I did tell you I want to do something with you when I got back, though.”

“Oh, did you?” She turns to look at me now and smirks, showing that she very much does remember me waking her up earlier.

“Yup, so get dressed.” I tap the door frame before sauntering to my room to change.

I pull on a dark wash pair of jeans and a gray Henley with some comfortable worn chucks. I knock on Audrey’s door, “Are you decent?” I ask.

“Depends on your definition of decent. So probably not. But you can come in.”

I probably shouldn’t, but she makes me want to do a lot of things I shouldn’t do. With the door pushed open I see her in some black leggings and a sports bra before she pulls on a sweatshirt.

“Where are we going?” she asks, pulling my eyes up to her face because I was blatantly ogling her.

“One of my favorite places.”

“Can I get more than that?”

“Nope, you ready?”

“I guess,” she shrugs, adjusting her Doc Martens.

“Then let’s go.”

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About thirty minutes into our drive and Charlie still hasn’t told me where we are going. At first, I thought we were going to Boulder, but then he didn’t exit where he should’ve so I knew that wasn’t it.

“Can I know where we are going yet?” I beg.

“Not yet,” his lips quirk and I can tell he’s getting off on not telling me.

“How did you find this place if it’s so far?”

“I grew up in Colorado, so I’ve found a lot of random little places over the years, but I’m partial to places that really highlight nature's beauty.”

“Oo okay, so we are going somewhere naturey,” I nod like that gives me any sort of hint.

“How about I make you a deal.”

I nod, “Already done. What is it?”

“Tell me something real,” he requests.

My lips twist at this. So, instead of giving him something he would want to know I take in a deep breath like I’m going to say something extremely important, “My favorite word is loquacious.”

He sputters out a laugh, “What?”

“I know, crazy right?”

“What does that even mean? And where did you hear it?”

“I looked it up, it means talkative. I heard someone say it when they were talking on the phone at a coffee shop one day and liked how it sounded.Loquacious.”

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