Page 31 of S.O.S. Billboard

The ride back was, as she’d predicted, pretty quiet, but not in an uncomfortable way. Billboard had asked her preference in music, and she’d filled the void by singing along with the lyricsfrom some of her favorite bands. She’d even got Billboard to add his baritone a time or two, and she considered that a huge win.

A few streets before they arrived at the hotel, O’Shea sucked her lip into her mouth and sent Billboard the thousand-dollar question. “You’re not going to kiss me again, are you. Not even a decent peck goodnight?”

He shook his head, seemingly regretful. “Nope. It was a mistake to do it once, because now that I’ve had a taste of you, it’s hard to hold back. But I meant what I said, earlier.”

“I know, I know,” O’Shea lamented. “You need to find out if there’s any substance under all the burning-out-of-control lust we get when we rub our two bodies together. It just sucks that you have so much self-control.”

“Yeah, well, one of us has to be the grown up.”

O’Shea swore to God if he reached over and patted her head, she’d smack him. Lucky for him, he didn’t.

“Here we are,” he grunted, pulling up to the front of the swank hotel façade.

O’Shea noted the valet approaching to park their car, but she gave him a shake of her head, and a one-minute finger. He judiciously walked back to his station.

“I don’t suppose you’re coming in?” she added hopefully. Sometimes a woman had to push for what she wanted.

Billboard shook his head. “Nope. I have an early job tomorrow.”

It was an excuse, and O’Shea knew it, but since he’d been so forthcoming with everything else this evening, she’d give him a pass.

“Okay. How about tomorrow, after work?” she continued. Good intentions and patience only went so far.

Billboard chuckled. “You’re really going to press for this, aren’t you?” he managed.

“After that kiss we shared? You better believe it, Billboard.” She grew serious. “If I didn’t think you were totally worth it—and I mean the whole package, your personality, your honesty, your dedication, and your hotness—I simply would have seduced you into my bed and used you for that magnificent cock of yours.WhichI haven’t seen yet.” She gave a pout, glancing pointedly at his crotch. “And now,” she sighed, “since I didn’t pack my vibrator, I’m going to have to find an all-night adult store, and hope they’re peddling something as large as you, so I can take the edge off my aggravation.”

Billboard laugh/groaned, and covered his face with one hand. “You are so terrible, O’Shea, leaving me with that picture.”

“Hey. If I’m going to be frustrated, then you’re going to be, too.”

“Noted,” Billboard answered, this time adjusting his lengthening cock without any embarrassment at all.

Good.She was already making headway.

O’Shea opened the door and got out. She’d been tempted to go in for a quick smooch, but he’d made the rules, so…

“See you tomorrow night, Billboard?” she turned and prompted, not having received an answer before.

He sighed, but not disgruntledly. “Yes, O’Shea. You will. I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear clothes you don’t mind getting dirty.”

“Ooh, dirty?” Her brows waggled at his choice of words.

“I mean with actual dirt,” he corrected with a snort. “Don’t you ever give up?”

“Nope. Never. And you’re going to love that about me,” she warned. She wouldn’t go into detail about that declaration, but hopefully Billboard could read between the lines, and understood that she’d be hanging onto him tenaciously, no matter what shit he eventually revealed to her.

Billboard huffed. “I’m already seeing there’s nothing about you that’s a deal-killer. Just…behave yourself and wait for me to catch up. Okay?”

She thought about that for about five seconds. “I’ll behave myselfphysically,” she agreed, “but verbally, you have no hope of slowing my roll.”

“Duly noted,” he said, conceding. “Goodnight, O’Shea.”

“Goodnight, Billboard.” She closed the door, blew him a kiss, then walked into the lobby before pausing.

Right.She’d already discovered that the hotel carried no decent chocolate. The mini-bar in her room had a random-ass selection of commercially acceptable things that she recognized from Halloween as a kid, and her palate had long since moved past that pre-adolescent display.

Which meant a walk was in order.

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