Page 10 of Kiss Me, Mr. Bridge

His lips curve. “I think you’ll abide by the rules.”

I laugh. “Don’t worry, I can stick to rules, I won’t be catching feelings. For one. You’re too old for me.” I lie because damn, the man is hot despite his age. But this is what he wants. No strings attached sex—nothing more. And I want him to take over my debt. God, it feels so much better not physically taking his money.

He arches an eyebrow. “And you’re my daughter’s best friend.”

“Who you pursued!” I add.

I’m sure he growls, but I ignore it. “We won’t be lovers, just—”

“Two people exploring each other.”

“Exactly.” His voice is low and gravelly. “Take off your clothes.”

“What?” I say. My voice hitches a couple of octaves.

“Take off your clothes,” he repeats and I’m sure I see a smirk lifting at the edge of his mouth.

“Just like that?” I fold my arms. “No drink first? No getting to know each other?”

“We already know each other.” He pours amber liquid into crystal tumblers. “I know you drink mojitos and coffee, depending on the time of day. But this will soothe your nerves.”

“Stalker much?”

His eyes flash as he holds out a glass. “Careful.”

“Or what?” I accept the drink, take a sip. The burn is real as it hits my throat. “You’ll spank me?”

“Would you like that?”

Heat floods my cheeks. “No.”

“Stand up.”

The moment I do, he steps behind me, fingers finding my zipper. The dress pools at my feet.

“Turn around.”

My stomach flutters as I face him in my matching black lingerie set. The lingerie he sent me.

“Beautiful.” His fingers trace my breasts, unhooking my bra like a pro. “Panties off.”

How many lingerie sets has he sent to different women in the past?

My stomach turns at the thought.

Stop it! It doesn’t matter what he’s done before you, or with whom. This is not a relationship.

“Panties.” The word takes me out of my musing. I hesitate, then slide them down my legs.

His hands glide over my curves. “You’re gorgeous.”

I smile as I reach for his tie, but he catches my wrist. “Not yet.”

“No?”

“Open your legs.”

God, this man.

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