Page 46 of The Backup

“Obviously.”

“Okay then.” I put my hand back out. “Mr. Knox, you’ve got yourself a deal. I’m your dirty little secret.”

He laughs and shakes my hand.

“Ms. Carter, you’ve got yourself a deal.” He glances at his phone. “We’ve been up here for ten minutes. How long do we have until everyone gets suspicious, do you think?”

“I told them I was taking a bathroom break…five minutes?”

“Well that’s not long enough to do what I want to do. That’s not even long enough to start getting you warmed up.”

“I could stretch it…”

“Yeah?” He turns his body toward me on the couch, and runs a hand up my bare thigh, under my black dress. “Stretching it is supposed to be my job.”

His hand drags on my inner thigh until he’s touching my clit. “Well you’re soaked already, at least.”

“Are you surprised? I’ve been thinking about last Friday night all week.”

“Fuck that’s hot.”

“I don’t think I need much warming up…if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“You want our first time to be a quickie? Because I don’t.”

“Mmm,” I groan as he teases me with his fingers between my legs. A smile plays at my lips. “I thought you said for this agreement you’re going to use me, however and whenever you want…”

“Do you want my cock in you, Nerd?”

"I need it, Mr. Knox. Please," I whisper, my voice trembling with need.

His eyes narrow, dark and commanding, as he takes a deliberate step closer. He drags a finger on my chin. “Are you on the pill?"

“I have an IUD,” I breathe, my hands gripping the edge of his shirt, desperate to pull him closer.

He bites his lower lip, his gaze dropping to my mouth. "Beg me," he whispers, his voice a rough, tantalizing challenge. "Tell me how much you want me."

My cheeks flush, and I swallow hard, feeling the weight of his words. "I want you," I murmur, barely audible. “So much.”

He doesn't move, his expression unreadable. "Louder."

"I need you," I try again, my voice stronger now, a note of urgency laced with my plea. "Please, Asher, I need you so badly. I can't—" My words falter as his thumb brushes my lip. “I just want to be your dirty little secret.”

"Good girl," he murmurs, his expression dark and triumphant. "Now let's see just how much you can take. Take off your dress.”

I stand up and slip it off. He does the same, unbuttoning his shirt, and I start on his belt, pants, shoes and socks.

“What?” I ask, when he pauses for a moment, eyes roaming all over me.

“I’m taking a mental snap shot of how goddamn sexy you look.”

“I thought this was a quickie,” I remind him.

Grinning, he wraps me up in a hug and a kiss.

He repositions my body on his bed so I’m propped up, on my back with my elbows supporting my body on either side. then positions himself between my legs. I watch him as he kneels, fisting his already rock-hard, thick cock, his eyes eating me up.

“It kills me that this has to be a quickie,” I mutter.

---