Page 41 of Worth the Risk

Her blush deepened. ‘Oh, my God, you’re unbelievable.’

I laughed and the sound was a gruff mess even to my own ears. ‘Now you’re embarrassed?’

‘I’m not used to a guy who’s so unapologetically vocal about everything.’

That grated more than it should, probably because of all the secrets I’d exposed to the light of day. ‘What kind are you used to?’

She fastened her bra and began rebuttoning her shirt. I wanted to bat her hands away, command her to leave it so I could continue feasting my eyes on her. But there was the credible threat of tossing anyone who saw her like this overboard.

‘I thought you were going to let me keep my secrets for now?’

Her reluctance chaffed even more. ‘Maybe I’ve changed my mind.’

‘You think you have rights just because you’ve given me two orgasms?’

‘Two incredible orgasms. I’m keeping tally, Leonora. Zero for two isn’t really my ideal score.’

Her gaze dropped to the crotch and the full tent in my trousers. ‘Abstention is meant to be good for the soul, isn’t it?’ she teased.

‘My soul would be no bloody use to me if I die of blue balls, would it? Tell me I can have you any damn way I want when the time comes and I may just survive.’

She tilted her head. ‘I’ll think about it.’

Her features settled into a different expression as she stared at me for several long seconds.

‘What?’ I asked when I couldn’t stand the silence.

‘You may not be the total bastard I took you for when we first met, after all.’

The oddest sensation tightened on my nape. ‘Don’t be in a hurry to change your mind about me, Leonora.’

Her eyes darkened. ‘You’re warning me off?’

‘I’m dying to feel your tight pussy around my cock. I’m dying to see the rapture on your face when I make you come with more than just my fingers. I may let you into a few personal details along the way. But don’t hold out hope for more beyond that.’

She tensed and pulled away. ‘How conceited of you to think that just because I find you remotely redeemable, it automatically means I’m catching feelings. Let me be clear. It just means that if at some point in the future I let you have me, you not being an arsehole means I can live with myself afterwards. If that’s too much for you to handle—’

‘I can handle that,’ I slid in, that unnerving sensation that I was losing the plot intensifying.

‘That’s good to know.’

‘And I prefer when, not if.’

‘We’ll see about that.’ She rose and straightened her clothes. ‘I have work to do. I’ll see you later.’

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