Page 65 of Trying Sophie

An image of her head thrown back, mouth open in ecstasy and her skin flushed as I pushed into her willing body popped into my head. It was a good thing I was sitting down because my cock stood at full attention now, pushing forcefully against my jeans, wanting desperately to come out and play. I shifted again and realized the back of the chair was open, slatted wood. All she had to do was glance down and she’d see the evidence of my arousal. I dropped my arms to rest over my thighs, my forearms covering the unmistakable bulge in my jeans.

“You know full well what sort of things,” she answered, interrupting my wayward thoughts.

“You’re right, but I want to hear you say it.”

“I don’t think so.” She laughed nervously and looked away.

The twist of her head provided a clear view of the graceful arch of her neck, of her pulse beating fast and hard.

“What are you doing tomorrow?”

Please don’t be busy, I prayed.

“Same thing I’ve done every day since I got here.”

I didn’t think I imagined the frustration that seeped into her answer.

“And you still haven’t left Ballycurra?”

She glanced away and let out a puff of air. “No.”

“You know I love it here as much as the next lad, but you’re missing out.”

“Things have been busy.”

“I don’t doubt that, but Sundays are slow. You should let me take you to the city.”

“I don’t know.”

“And you call yourself a travel blogger?” I questioned teasingly.

When her eyes flashed with ire, I knew I’d hit a nerve.

“Look, I don’t know anything about being a travel writer but you have sponsorships, which I do happen to know a thing or two about, and I can’t imagine they’re happy with your recent lack of content.”

She bristled but I kept on. “Let me show you my favorite parts of Dublin and you can put together a few posts like you did when you stayed in Edinburgh. Or,” I said, wondering if I was digging a hole I might not be able to climb out of, “you could even do a post about my favorite places in the city. It’d certainly get you new readers.”

I wasn’t boasting. There were people who’d read anything with my name in it and Sophie’s content was good enough to keep them coming back for more.

“Hmm,” she murmured, giving the idea some thought. “That’s not a terrible idea, actually, but I don’t know if I can get away.”

“Come on Sophie, you know you want to. Let me get you out of here for a day. I promise you’ll have a good time.”

“I’ll need to talk it over with my grandparents.”

“If I told you I could guarantee they’d happily give you the day off if it meant spending it with me, would that sound too arrogant?”

I couldn’t keep the confident grin from my face when I asked because we both knew it was true.

“Are you always this self-assured?”

I shrugged. “Pretty much.” And then with a touch of hope, I asked, “Do you like it?”

“I haven’t decided,” she responded and then after another pause added, “Cocky men aren’t usually something I’m into.”

“What about confident men?” I asked, leaning forward. “Because I should warn you, I’m very confident. In everything.”

When my eyes roved over her with greedy appreciation, her breath hitched and she turned her head away. I watched, fascinated, as her pulse thrummed heavily under her skin, the blush I’d hoped to see creeping slowly up her chest and infusing her cheeks with a dusty pink glow. She straightened her spine and turned back to me.

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