Page 60 of From Wink to Kink

To my surprise and delight, she lets out a small laugh. "Oh, definitely an eleven. I mean, where else can you get propositioned by a guy named Hans while simultaneously questioning every life choice that led you to this moment?"

I chuckle, tightening my arm around her. "Don't forget the naked yoga. That's got to be worth at least an extra point."

She groans, but I can hear the smile in her voice. "True. All those sunburned asses."

We fall into an easy banter, trading stories about our observations. With each shared laugh, I feel the tension between us dissipating. This is what I've been missing all day—this easy connection, the way we just... fit.

As our laughter dies down, I find myself saying, "You know, as crazy as this whole situation is, I'm really enjoying my time with you, Ruby."

She's quiet for a moment, and I hold my breath, worried I've said too much. Then, so quiet I almost miss it, she says, "Yeah. Me too."

"Yeah?"

Ruby nods, still not turning to face me. "Yeah."

I wait for her to elaborate, but she remains silent. "Hey," I say gently, "I think I deserve a little more than that. What's going on in that brilliant librarian brain of yours?"

She sighs, rolling onto her back so she can look at me. Her eyes are wide, vulnerable in a way I've never seen before. "It's just... this is all so fast, Chuck. And complicated. I mean, we barely know each other."

"So let's get to know each other," I say, propping myself up on an elbow. "What do you want to know?"

Ruby bites her lip, considering. "Okay. Why hockey?"

I smile, thinking back. "Honestly? It started as a way to burn off energy. I was a hyper kid, always getting into trouble.My parents stuck me in every sport they could think of, hoping something would work. Hockey was the one that clicked."

"And now?" Ruby asks.

"Now... it's everything. The speed, the strategy, the teamwork – there's nothing like it. When I'm on the ice, everything else fades away. It's just me, the puck, and the goal."

Ruby nods. "I can understand that. It's how I feel about books.”

"Yeah?" I ask. "Tell me about that."

And she does. She talks about losing herself in stories as a kid, about the peace she finds in organizing and cataloguing, about the joy of connecting the right book with the right reader. As she speaks, her whole face lights up, and I find myself falling even harder for her.

When she finishes, I can't help but ask, "So, what's holding you back? With us, I mean."

Ruby sighs, her smile fading. "I... I'm scared, Chuck. I've never been good at this stuff. Relationships, intimacy – it's not exactly my strong suit. And you're... well, you're you. Charming, confident, probably used to dating models or actresses or?—"

I cut her off with a finger to her lips. "Ruby, stop. You want to know something? Those women, the ones you think I usually date? They're boring. They're predictable. But you? You challenge me. You make me laugh. You make me want to be better. You’re also a pain in the ass. And I even kind of like that."

Her eyes widen, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Really?"

"Really," I say firmly. "Look, I'm not saying this has to be some grand romance for the ages. But I like you, Ruby Brooks. A lot. And I think we could be good together, if you're willing to give it a shot."

For a long moment, she studies me, her eyes searching. Then, slowly, she nods. "Okay," she whispers.

"Okay?" I repeat, hardly daring to believe it.

"Okay," she says again, more firmly this time. And then she's kissing me, and everything else fades away.

I strip her clothes off without a word. She barely gives me a nod before my fingers are sliding deep into her pussy and an instant orgasm rips through her body. Her back bows off of the bed as her hips undulate in pleasure, and a moan slips past her lips as she continues to contract around my fingers.

We lie together, my intent to fuck her as soon as possible, but she has other ideas. While we face each other, she grinds against me.

“I love the feel of your long, thick cock. I need to feel you, I need you inside me.” Attacking the button of my shorts, she jerks at them, wanting them off.

“Whoa, slow down, Ruby. We’ve got plenty of time,” I murmur against her lips.

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