Page 42 of Formula Fling

She turns, hand pressed to her chest, and glares at me. “Lurk much? And I’m not late.”

“I know.” I grin, rising from the chair and moving into the living room. She watches me with wide eyes as I move right into her body, hands to her hips so I can pull her in for a blistering kiss. When I lift my head, her eyes are glazed and there’s a faint smile on her lips. “Did you miss me today?”

“I saw you today,” she points out, not willing to give in to such sentiments.

“I only got a very brief kiss.”

Posey slaps my arm lightly. “Which was completely reckless by the way. Someone could have seen us.”

“Why is that a problem?” I ask.

“Because… I’m a journalist… or supposed to be. Doing an article on you and Crown Velocity. It would be highly unethical for me to sleep with you.”

I lift an eyebrow, a coy look in place. “As opposed to pretending to be a journalist to get the inside scoop for your romance novel being highly ethical.”

Posey rolls her eyes, unwilling to bristle under my poking. “You know what I mean, and besides… you hiding the truth makes you complicit, so I’m protecting us both. Just… keep your distance from me when we’re around others.”

“Fine.” Laughing, I pick her up and give her a twirl. “I love how you like to be all aloof with me. Unwilling to admit you might have missed me. It’s cute.”

When I set her down, she pushes at my chest. “This is just a fling, Lex.”

“So you’ve said on more than one occasion,” I reply dryly. “I guess there’s no need to go out to the fancy dinner I’d planned then?”

I can see a flicker of indecision cross her face and that heartens me. Posey might want to say this is a fling, but I’m seeing a woman right now who might want to add a bit more romance into the equation.

But then it’s gone, her shield back in place and that stubborn chin lifts a little higher. “I don’t need a fancy dinner. It’s just sex.”

Admittedly, a sharp pang hits the center of my chest, but I brush it off. She wants to play casual? I can do that. I shrug. “Let’s go fuck, then.”

As expected, she jerks a bit, surprised by my crudity. I’m hoping it might force her to ask for that dinner.

Once again, she recovers with a wicked smile. “What’s a fling if not for fucking?”

Christ, that’s good and I have to restrain myself from laughing.

So be it.

I’m unable to resist the overwhelming urge to claim this woman. Not invite her to bed or gently persuade her with seduction, but to haul her off for my personal pleasure. This sweet girl is a mystery and I wonder if I’ll ever figure out why she appeals to my base male instincts.

With a fierce determination, I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, quickly making my way to the bedroom. Posey places her hands on my back, steadying herself, but I hear a tiny giggle just as I toss her onto the bed.

Then I’m on her and we’re both shedding our clothes, only interrupted by stolen kisses and fumbling gropes. Her eyes burn with fiery lust, driving away the innocent picture of that sweet, Southern girl that I first laid eyes on.

Posey looks up at me, a seductive grin playing on her lips. She doesn’t say a word but I can read her thoughts.

Do with me what you will, Lex.

I intend to. How could I not? The intensity between us is palpable, so thick I could cut it with a knife. It’s driving me bonkers with need to be inside her.

Posey turns into the seductress, propping herself on her elbows, thrusting her perfectly shaped breasts toward me. Gone is the shy girl from the other night who was afraid to expose her body to me.

I wonder what changed for her. I reach out, drag a knuckle across her nipple and ask, “You’ve turned awful bold, Ms. Evans.”

Her lips twitch. “I’m in character. I’m being a bold, sensual heroine from one of my novels. A woman who embraces sex and has confidence in herself.”

I pause my touch, tilt my head. “You don’t have to pretend to be that. I find you quite confident.”

“I’m really not,” she admits softly, laying her hand over mine and pushing me back toward her breast. “But tonight I will be.”

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