Page 76 of Dashing for Love

The thing keeps asking for updates, and I keep swiping the prompts away. The latest one is in all caps and bold with three exclamation points, as if it, too, wants to know what the hell is going on.

And I don’t know.

Because…well, I don’t!

It’s too much. It’s not enough. He’s amazing. He fucks me like he took classes on precisely how to make me come multiple ways in multiple positions, and I swear his tongue.

His tongue.

That’s it. That’s the entire sentence.

Also: his dick.

Matty’s thick fucking dick has got me absolutely whipped and I’mthisclose to not caring.

Actually, scratch that: I don’t care.

I’ve been dick-whipped, and I don’t care.

I am a staunch feminist who believes in opening my own doors and paying my own way in this world, and I have been utterly and completely whipped by Matty Brodigan’s thick dick.

There.

Whew. Gotta say, it feels good to get that out.

Anyway. I need to get my shit together because today I have to see him in a professional capacity. The town council asked me to do portraits of all the business owners in town, and naturally, Matty is the last one standing. The man is ridiculously busy. And that’s hot, too, by the way. Seeing him naked and writhing beneath me? Hot. Knowing how smart that big brain of his is, and how caring and patient he is with animals of all types? Scorching.

After my usual morning routine, I load my Jeep with the necessary equipment and head to the clinic. I’m a sweaty mess by the time everything is hauled inside, which would be fine, except that Liv Stinson is behind the counter, smiling andlooking like she just stepped out of the glossy pages of a fashion magazine. Never mind that she’s in scrubs: I can see every substantial curve she’s working with. And her hair and make-up? Flawless.

Matty works with her every day. How has he not dated her? Or maybe they did. Oh,God. What if he’s…has Liv Stinson had the pleasure of his mouth and fingers and dick?

No. Nope. No, no, no, I can’t think like this. Also, I don’tgetto think like this. He had a whole life before me.

Liv flashes a blindingly-white smile at me as I blow a strand of hair out of my face. “Hi, Goldie! You here for Dr. Brodigan?”

Dr. Brodigan. God, eventhat’shot. Did she call him that in bed?What is wrong with me?I smile back and answer, “Yes, um…Yes.”

Liv looks around, as if searching for an animal.

I lift my camera case. “Portrait time?” I clear my throat. “Sorry. I mean, portrait time. I’m shooting all the business owners. Not, you know, bang bang shooting, but photo shooting.”

Her smile falters as I stammer, and in seconds, we’re in full-on awkward-as-hell territory. “Right.” She draws the word out. “Well, I think Dr. Brodigan has some time between appointments today. Did he—does he know you’re coming?”

I nod while my brain helpfully supplies that Mattyalwaysknows when I’m coming. The flush that covers my entire body is instant. Is it embarrassment? I don’t know. All I know is my face is flaming. “Um. Yes. Yes, he knows I’m coming.”Every. Single. Time.

Liv smiles again, but it’s forced. “I’ll let him know you’re here.”

I nod again, my head going up and down like a bobblehead. I point behind me. “I’ll just—I’ll be over there.”

As she stands, I turn away from the counter and wonder where the hell I put my dignity.

A few minutes later, I still haven’t found it, but Liv gestures for me to follow her as she walks me to Matty’s office. “Will this work? It’s not great, but it’s all we have.”

I force a smile and hope it looks more natural than it feels. “Absolutely.”

It’s cramped as hell, but if I shove his desk all the way against one wall, I should be able to make it work. Liv leaves, and with a relieved sigh, I get to work.

I’m ready by the time Matty walks in, and my heart stutters to a stop.

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