Page 9 of Found Forever

“Not anymore. No.”

Yeah, it’d been a while for her too. Not for lack of trying, though. Unfortunarely, the dating apps had more duds than potential prospects, and when she finally went out on a date with someone she might consider removing her knickers for, a client would call and she’d have to drag her dry knickers and screaming libido away from her date to fulfill the demands of her client.

Fucking clients. They were such cock blockers.

“But quality over quantity,” he said.

She shook her head. Maybe she’d had one too many vodka sodas. Her head was getting muddled. “So you want to fuck? You just want me to care about you?”

His full lips pinned together like he was trying not to laugh. “That’d be a start. But I’d much rather spend the evening getting to know you. I’m already sure Asher won’t have a problem with me sticking around to help out here, and you’re subbing for Mieka, so why rush things? Why can’t we get to know each other? Why can’t we take it slow?”

Maybe because she was drunk, horny and sad and just wanted a good kick of dopamine and an orgasm? Was that really too much to ask for?

Apparently.

But the sincerity in his eyes made it tough for her to let go of his shirt. She didn't even realize she had a hold of it until her knuckles began to cramp. She released it and swallowed. “I really want to get off.”

His snort of laughter startled her. “I like your honesty.”

“I like how you smell. You smell really good.”

He graced her with a rare, big smile that instantly had a puddle forming in her knickers.

Goddamn, the man was handsome. Mysterious and honest. Deep, and wise beyond the forty-five years he claimed to be. This man easily could have lived a thousand lives based on the wisdom that swirled in the mesmerizing amber of his eyes. And the longer she stared at the whorls and speckles of coppers, golds and bronzes, the more captivated she became. The further under his spell she fell.

“Come here,” he said, his voice a low rumble that made her nipples pebble beneath her strapless dress. He maneuvered them around the tent and into the shadows. There were a bunch of hay bales stacked up and he guided her behind them.

“Why are these hay bales here?” she asked, glancing around to see if anybody was watching them disappear.

He grunted and shrugged to say he didn’t know, nor did he care.

The bales were stacked in sort of a pyramid, so the bottom ones stuck out to create somewhat of a bench. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap.

The vodka rushed through her bloodstream and into her brain, creating a warm, fuzzy sensation.

Did she really just proposition this guy?

And did she really just tell him she wanted to get off?

She’d never been shy about sex or telling a guy—or girl—what she wanted. But the fact that she was this brazen with Decker had her feeling a little embarrassed.

He shifted her, so she was on one of his thighs, facing sideways while he faced forward.

Mieka asked her sisters and Joanna to be her bridesmaids, so they were all in different dresses in various, but complimenting shades of yellow. Joanna found a sexy strapless thing that fell to the floor at a shop in Toronto and even though it was on the pricier side, it fit her like a dream, so there was barely any hesitation.

It pushed up her boobs, making them look better than ever, and it cinched her at the waist, giving her an hourglass shape. Since getting sacked by the ships, she’d put on half a stone. She still worked out, and still ate right, but she didn’t count calories like a fiend anymore and she enjoyed the odd dinner of a loaf of good French bread and a round of delicious, expensive cheese.

Decker’s nose trailed up the side of her neck, inhaling.

A shiver raced through her and she allowed her eyes to flutter shut. She tilted her head to the side so he could have better access. “What do you use when you’re by yourself?” he asked, his voice no more than a rough and gritty rumble next to her ear. She shivered again and swallowed as his fingers, starting at her ankle, began to lazily drift up her leg and beneath her dress.

Her eyes blinked open for half a second, but when he found that spot behind her knee and tickled it, she trembled and her entire core clenched. She shut her eyes again and licked her lips. “W-what?”

Nothing sounded better than his low, raspy chuckle. She wanted to get lost in it. Have it consume her. Record it on her phone and make it her ring tone.

The way it made everything in her body throb with need was unreal and had her craving more of it. Had her craving everything from this man.

“When you’re alone, in your bed, and needy, what do you use to get yourself off? Your hand? Toys? A specific genre of porn?”

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