Page 43 of Stick Move

I know he keeps saying that, but if he really meant that, he wouldn’t have bought this place and made me the nanny. The past is very much alive between us as he gets his revenge.

“I never hated you, and you should know I wasn’t sneering.”

“No.” He cups the back of my neck. “What were you doing then, Sunshine?”

“I was admiring.” I touch his arms. “You’ve seen your body, right? Even as a teenager you were ripped.” Something that resembles hurt quickly flickers in his eyes, but it’s gone before I can examine it deeper, and my words are meant to lighten his mood, not darken it more. “All that lawn work gave you guns.”

A wide grin splits his lips. “Guns?”

I take his arms and bend them at the elbows. “Welcome to the gun show, baby.”

He laughs hard. “So that’s what it takes to get your attention, huh? A guy in old, ripped jeans, sweat soaked T-shirt and dirty work boots.”

“Dirty, yeah…” Wait did I say that out loud.

His gaze drops to my mouth as I wet my lips, dying to kiss him. “I thought you said you liked guys in suits.”

“Sure, I do but there’s something very hot about a guy in ripped jeans and work boots.”

“I’ll have to remember that.” He goes quiet for a moment and looks at some spot past my shoulders. “Wait, were you watching today?”

I whistle innocently and gaze around the room. “Sunshine, you’re full of surprises.” He cups my face and brings my focus back to him as he exhales deeply and goes serious. “I need Camryn to spend as much time with Mom as she can. I think it will be good for both of them. Life is fucking cruel.”

“Yeah, it is,” I agree, thinking about my mom running off with her sheik and the pain he endured during our high school years. “I think it’s a good idea for them to see a lot of each other. I’ll make sure she does, Noah. I promise you that.”

“You’re a good nanny.”

“You’re a good daddy.”

He gathers my hair in his hand as he focuses back in on me, and I can see how much he’s hurting. All I want to do is take his pain away for a few hours.

“I really am sorry for putting you in that position earlier.”

As soon as the word position leaves his mouth, it gives me an idea. “Yeah, then how about tonight, you put me in a position you’re not sorry about?”

The pain in his eyes morphs to heat and interest, his gaze never leaving me as I walk backward to the door, close it and flick the lock. I lean against it for a second and give him my best seductive look. From the way he’s watching me I’m pretty sure I’m coming off like a constipated meerkat. Sheesh. Time to try something else.

I push off the door and saunter toward him, but before I reach the desk, I make my way to the tall bookshelves and put my hands up high, like I’m reaching for one of the books he shelved earlier, as I wiggle my backside.

A low growl reaches my ears and a measure of triumph goes through me. I’m about to look over my shoulder, but he’s on me in seconds, his hard chest pressing into my back as he captures my hands and holds them high.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Just trying some positions. Are you sorry about putting me in this one?”

“Fuck no.” Mouth near my ear, he whispers, “Keep your hands here.” He folds my fingers over the shelf. “And hold on.”

Oh God.

One hand slides back down my arm and along my side as his growls of hunger reach my ear and vibrate through me. He grips the hem of my dress, bunching it in his fist as he drags it up my thighs and waist, until he’s exposed my panties to the bottom half of the bookshelf. He tucks his hand under the cotton dress and slides his fingers into the lacy leg band of my panties. I move my body, so damn eager for his touch it’s making me delirious.

“What about this position?” I manage to get out as I seek his fingers. “Are you sorry for this one?”

The rough pad of his finger connects with my clit and I bend my knees and moan into the pleasure.

“Not sorry at all. Are you?”

I pant as he applies pressure to my hot, slippery nub. “No, this is a position I can get behind,” I murmur, which results in his other hand dropping to my backside. He gives one ass cheek a gentle massage and pushes his cock into the other one. I push back to massage his erection and love the way he grunts in response.

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